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CHRISTIAN  PSALMIST; 

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COPIOUS    SELECTIONS 

FROM  OTHER  SOURCES. 


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CAREFULLY  REVISED  AND  ARRANGED, 


WITH  DIRECTIONS  FOR 


MUSICAL  EXPRESSION. 


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BY  TH.  HASTINGS  AND  W.M.  PAT 


NEW      YORK: 

PUBLISHED     BY     D.    FAXSHAV, 


143  NASSAU  STREET. 

1840. 


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PREFACE. 


A  general  idea  of  the  plan  of  this  work  will  be  derived 
from  a  mere  perusal  of  the  title-page.  Watls's  version  is 
of  course  made  the  basis  of  the  compilation ;  and,  in  re- 
vising his  Psalms  and.  Hymns,  the  various  readings  have 
been  carefully  compared  with  an  original  English  copy, 
containing  his  own  notes  and  observations.  The  book, 
however,  embraces  eopious  selections  from  other  sources, 
as  appears  by  the  authors'  names  in  the  body  of  the  wonr. 
Watts's alone  stand  without  a  name-,  so  tnat  they  can  be 
-easily  distinguished  from  the  rest. 

Much  attention  has  been  bestowed  on  the  arrangement 
of  the  Hymns  in  reference  to  subjects  and  occasions ;  and 
in  this  part  of  their  labor,  the  Compilers  have  had  con- 
stantly in  view,  the  convenience  of  selection,  and  the 
preservation  of  a  pleasing  succession  of  topics  to  the  devo- 
tional reader.  This  two-fold  object  was  not  to  be  gained 
without  study  and  effort.  Its  advantages,  we  trust,  will  be 
obvious  on  the  slightest  examination. 

The  great  importance  of  lyrical  character  has  not  been 
overlooked;  but  the  Compilers  have  not  dared  to  sacrifice 
•sense  to  sound,  devotional  sentiment  to  the  beauties  of 
diction,  or  unity  of  design  to  the  special  convenience  of 
adaptation.  The  great  interests  of  devotional  edification 
can  be  secured,  only  in  proportion  as  the  claims  of  music 
and  poetry,  pious  sentiment,  and  discriminating  taste,  are 
properly  united. 

The  musical  references  are  the  initials  of  the  technical 
terms  in  common  use,  and  the  tunes  named  in  connexion 
with  the  poetic  pieces,  are,  for  the  most  part,  such  plain 


4  PREFACE. 

and  familiar  ones,  that  their  character  will  not  be  easily 
misunderstood.  The  advantages  of  this  plan  will  appear 
on  a  perusal  of  the  following  article.  See  also  the  order 
of  subjects,  at  the  close  of  the  volume. 

This  work  has  not  been  undertaken  without  mature  de- 
liberation ;  nor  has  its  completion  been  the  offspring  of  a 
series  of  desultory  efforts.  The  work  has  been  several 
years  in  a  course  of  preparation ;  and  the  Compilers, 
providentially  located  within  a  few  doors  of  each  other, 
have  had  every  advantage  of  mutual  consultation  which 
the  subject  required.  How  they  have  succeeded  in  their 
undertaking  must  be  left  to  the  public  decision. 


INTRODUCTION 


It  is  an  obvious  principle  in  Christian  psalmody,  that 
the  devotional  sentiments  contained  in  the  poetry,  form 
the  only  proper  basis  of  musical  expression.  Music,  such 
as  the  Bible  contemplates,  is,  in  this  respect,  like  an  im- 
passioned species  of  elocution.  It  is  the  chaste  and  simple 
language  of  emotion.  The  words  of  a  Psalm  or  Hymn 
being  given,  the  problem  is,  to  enforce  them  upon  the 
mind  of  the  hearer,  through  the  medium  of  impassioned 
enunciation.  To  this  end,  there  must  be  good  articula- 
tion, accent,  and  emphasis.  The  language  must  flow 
from  the  lips  of  the  singer,  as  it  does  from  those  of  the 
speaker,  in  a  distinct  and  impressive  manner.  A  congre- 
gation (if  an  apostle  reasoned  correctly)  should  never  be 
addressed,  in  an  unknown  tongue.  That  language  which, 
under  the  divine  blessing,  is  to  make  an  impression  upon 
us,  must  be  distinctly  heard.  If  there  are  instruments  em- 
ployed in  the  service,  they  should  be  so  managed  as  not  to 
mar  the  language.  This  is  a  matter  of  vital  consequence. 
The  principle,  though  much  disregarded,  lies  at  the 
foundation  of  all  rational  improvement.  A  few  feeble, 
untutored  voices,  drowned  by  an  instrument  of  over- 
whelming power,  never  sing  to  edification. 

But  mere  distinctness  of  enunciation  is  not  all  that  is  re- 
quired. There  must  be  genuine  feeling.  Emotions  not 
of  a  fortuitous  nature,  such  as  arise  from  a  mere  heated 
imagination,  are  here  to  be  encouraged;  but  those  which 
arise  from  definite  influences  of  spirituality.  The  man 
who  would  make  others  feel,  must  feel  himself.  He  must, 
himself,  exercise  legitimate  emotions,  if  he  would  produce 
1* 


3  INTRODUCTION. 

them  in  others.  If  he  would  edify  others,  he  must  himself 
be  edified. 

This  principle,  though  extensively  disregarded  even  by 
pious  musicians,  is  just  as  obvious  in  its  application  to  this 
subject,  as  it  is  in  reference  to  pulpit  oratory,  or  social 
prayer.  It  is  all  a  mistake  to  suppose  that  music  is  a  spe- 
cies of  mental  mechanism,  which  will  secure  its  own  ends 
on  the  mere  principle  of  laborious  accuracy  or  tasteful 
execution.  Singers  are  moral  agents,  accountable  to  the 
Searcher  of  hearts  for  the  feelings,  and  motives,  and 
habits,  which  they  cultivate  and  call  into  exercise,  within 
the  house  of  God.  It  is  a  solemn  business  to  be  engaged 
in  the  work  of  angels  and  seraphs;  delightful,  indeed,  to 
the  heart  of  intelligent,  pious  susceptibility,  but  awfully 
hazardous  to  the  soul  of  the  thoughtless,  the  irreverent, 
and  the  profane.  There  are  worthy  men  in  the  Christian 
connexion  who  think  little  of  this  whole  matter.  Even 
among  professors  of  religion,  there  are  choristers  and 
teachers  who  seem  to  have  almost  their  whole  attention 
directed  away  from  the  spiritual  claims  of  edification. 
But  they  are  fundamentally  wrong. 

Nor  should  children  be  made  chief  performers  in  the 
house  of  God.  "  Old  men  and  maidens,"  as  well  as  young 
men  and  children,  are  exhorted  to  take  part  in  the  service. 
If  Christian  influences  are  to  be  exerted  by  the  public  per- 
formances, they  must  be  carried  there  by  those  who  are 
truly  pious.  The  Kenaniahs,  the  Asaphs,  the  Hemans, 
and  the  Jeduthuns,  the  evangelists,  the  elders,  and  the 
teachers  of  religion,  must,  as  far  as  possible,  be  found  in 
the  ranks  of  cultivation.  Children  should  not  withhold  their 
hosannas  ;  they  should  be  universally  and  thoroughly  in- 
structed in  the  office  of  sacred  song  :  but  the  ministers  and 
professed  followers  of  the  Lord  Jesus  Christ  must  not  be 
guilty  of  practical  indifference  to  his  praises,  if  they  would 
find  them  a  real  source  of  devout  edification.  Multitudes, 
who  are  now  mute  in  the  house  of  God,  might  be  enlisted 
in  the  delightful  service,  if  they  only  realized  the  full 
measure  of  their  accountability.  Feeble  lungs  would  be- 
come strong,  decayed  voices  would  renew  their  vigor ; 


INTRODUCTION.  7 

and  the  jargon  of  dissonant  notes  would  be  hushed  to  si- 
lence under  the  general  influence  of  enlightened  cultiva- 
tion. The  devotional  advantages  of  such  a  scene,  may, 
under  the  blessing  of  God,  be  realized,  when  parents  and 
teachers  will  consent  to  make  sacred  music  a  necessary 
branch  of  Christian  education. 

Cultivation,  however,  must  not  be  confined  to  children 
and  youth.  It  must  be  carried  religiously  into  the  vari- 
ous classes  of  adults.  The  family  circle,  the  weeklv  lec- 
ture, the  conference  meeting,  and  the  circle  for  prayer, 
must,  in  some  way,  be  made  to  realize  its  hallowed  influ- 
ences. Christians  need  not  expect  to  reap  such  influences 
as  these,  where  they  have  never  sowed  them. 

Such  views  as  the  above  have  influenced  the  Compilers 
lunformly,  from  the  commencement  of  their  undertaking 
The  subjects  of  divine  song  have  been  enlarged,  and  pal- 
pable poetical  blemishes  have  been  removed:  while  the 
musical  hints  and  references  have  not  been  made  so  me- 
chanical in  their  arrangement  as  to  entirely  supersede  the 
necessity  of  personal  attention  among  those  who  lead  in 
the  public  service.  Emotions  form  the  only  proper  basis 
of  musical  expression ;  and  these  are  in  their  own  nature 
incommensurable.  General  hints,  therefore,  are  all  that 
can  be  attempted  with  any  prospect  of  success. 

But  we  must  here  dismiss  the  subject,  and  close  our 
remarks  by  the  explanation  of 

MUSICAL   REFERENCES 

J  1  staccato,  distinct, 

^>  legato,  in  close  succession. 

aff  affetuoso,  with  tender  affection. 

ag  agitato,  agitated. 

cr  crescendo,  increase  of  tone. 

di  diminuendo,  diminution  of  tone. 

d  dolce,  soft  and  sweet. 

ex  ezpressivo,  expressively. 

/  forte,  loud 

ff  fortissimo,  very  loud. 

m  moderato,  moderate. 


8  INTRODUCTION. 

vuz  masloso,  with  majesty. 

p  piano,  soft. 

pp  pianissimo,  very  soft. 

vi  vivace,  lively. 

Some  of  the  tunes  referred  to,  having  this  mark  {ex) 
affixed  to  them,  are,  by  the  power  of  emphasis,  to  be  sung 
with  varied  expression,  corresponding  with  the  sentiment* 
found  in  the  Psalm  or  Hymn. 


PSALMS. 


1  FIRST  PART.     C.  M.— Dunchurch. 

•  Way  and  end  of  the  righteous  and  the  wicked. 

1  BLEST  is  the  man  who  shuns  the  place 

Where  sinners  love  to  meet ; 
Who  fears  to  tread  their  wicked  ways, 
And  hates  the  scoffers  seat : 

2  But  in  the  statutes  of  the  Lord 

Has  placed  his  chief  delight; 
By  day  he  reads  or  hears  the  word, 
And  meditates  by  night. 

3  He,  like  a  plant  of  gen'rous  kind, 

By  living  waters  set, 
Safe  from  the  storm  and  blasting  wind, 
p  Enjoys  a  peaceful  state. 

cr    4  Green  as  the  leaf,  and  ever  fair, 
Shall  his  profession  shine; 
While  fruits  of  holiness  appear, 
Like  clusters  on  the  vine. 

PAUSE. 

ex    5  Not  so  the  impious  and  unjust ; 

What  vain  designs  they  form  ! 
f         Their  hopes  are  blown  away  like  dust, 

Or  chaff  before  the  storm. 

m    6  Sinners  in  judgment  shall  not  stand 
Among  the  sons  of  grace, 
When  Christ  the  Judge  at  his  right  hand 
Appoints  his  saints  their  place. 

p    7  His  eye  beholds  the  path  they  tread, 

His  heart  approves  it  well ; 
/.  ex   While  crooked  ways  of  sinners  lead 
Down  to  the  gates  of  hell. 


10  PSALMS. 

1  SECOND  PART.    L.  M.— Uxbridgc, 

•  Way  of  the  righteous  and  the  wicked. 

vt     1  HAPPY  the  man  whose  cautious  fevt 
Shun  the  broad  way  that  sinners  go, 
Who  hates  the  place  where  Atheists  meet, 
And  fears  to  talk  as  scoffers  do. 

2  He  loves  t'  employ  his  morning  light 

Among  the  statutes  of  the  Lord; 
And  spends  the  wakeful  hours  of  night, 
Pleased  with  the  wonders  of  his  word. 

3  He,  like  a  plant  by  gentle  streams, 

Shall  flourish  in  immortal  green  ; 
And  heaven  will  shine  with  mildest  beams 
On  every  work  his  hands  begin. 

ex    4  But  sinners  find  their  counsels  cross'd ; 

As  chaff  before  the  tempest  flies, 
ff        So  shall  their  hopes  be  blown  and  lost, 

When  the  last  trumpet  shakes  the  skies. 

1  THIRD  PART.    L.  M.— Park-street. 

•  Same  subject. 

1  THRICE  happy  he  who  shuns  the  way 
That  leads  ungodly  men  astray; 

Who  fears  to  stand  where  sinners  meet, 
Nor  with  the  scorner  takes  his  seat. 

2  The  law  of  God  is  his  delight; 
That  cloud  by  day,  that  fire  by  night, 
Shall  be  his  comfort  in  distress. 

And  guide  him  through  life's  wilderness. 

3  His  works  shall  prosper :  he  shall  be 
A  fruitful,  fair,  unwith'ring  tree, 
That,  planted  where  the  river  flows, 

Nor  drought,  nor  frost,  nor  mildew  knows. 
/     4  Not  so  the  wicked ;  they  are  cast 

Like  chaff  upon  the  whirlwind's  blast: 
ag       In  judgment  they  shall  quake  for  dread, 
di        Nor  with  the  righteous  lift  their  head. 

Montgomery. 

1  FOURTH  PART.    S.  M.—  Watchman. 

•  Same  subject 

I  THE  man  is  ever  blest 

Who  shuns  the  sinners'  ways, 

Among  their  councils  never  stands, 

Nor  takes  the  scorner's  place. 


PS  ALMS.  11 

2  But  makes  the  law  of  God 
His  study  and  delight, 
Amid  the  labors  of  the  day, 
And  watches  of  the  night. 

cr    3  He,  like  a  tree  shall  thrive, 

With  waters  near  the  root: 
Fresh  as  the  leaf  his  name  shall  live, 
His  works  are  heavenly  fruit. 

ex    4  Not  so  th'  ungodly  race, 

They  no  such  blessings  find  ; 

/        Their  hopes  shall  flee  like  empty  chaff 
Before  the  driving  wind. 

ag    5  How  will  they  bear  to  stand 
Before  that  judgment-seat, 
Where  all  the  saints  at  Christ's  right  hand 
In  full  assembly  meet? 

di  [6  He  knows,  and  he  approves 

The  way  the  righteous  go: 
cr        But  sinners  and  their  works  shall  meet 

A  dreadful  overthrow.] 


2, 


M     1 


FIRST  PART.     C.  M.— Peterborough. 
Fruitless  opposition  to  the  reign  of  Christ. 

WHY  did  the  nations  join  to  slay 
The  Lord's  anointed  Son  ? 

Why  did  they  cast  his  laws  away, 
And  tread  his  gospel  down  ? 

/     2  The  Lord  that  sits  above  the  skies 
Derides  their  rage  below ; 
He  speaks,  and  terror  and  surprise 
Will  strike  their  spirits  through. 

di     3  u  I  call  him  my  eternal  Son, 

And  raise  him  from  the  dead ; 
I  make  my  holy  hill  his  throne, 
And  wide  his  kingdom  spread." 

ex    4  Be  wise,  ye  rulers  of  the  earth, 

Obey  th5  anointed  Lord, 
f        Adore  the  king  of  heavenly  birth 
ag  And  tremble  at  his  word. 


12  PSALMS. 

p     5  With  humble  love  address  his  throne, 

For  if  he  frown,  ye  die : 
cr        Those  are  secure,  and  those  alone, 

Who  on  his  grace  rely. 

2  SECOND  PART.    S.  M.— Clapton. 

•  Christ  triumphs  and  fills  his  mediatorial  throne. 

»  I     1  WHY  did  the  Gentiles  rage, 
And  Jews,  with  one  accord, 
Bend  all  their  counsels  to  destroy 
Th'  Anointed  of  the  Lord? 

2  Rulers  and  kings  agree 
To  form  a  vain  design; 
Against  the  Lord  their  powers  unite, 
Against  his  Christ  they  join. 

/    3  The  Lord  derides  their  rage, 

And  will  support  his  throne  ; 
He  that  hath  raised  him  from  the  dead 
Hath  own'd  him  for  his  Son. 


1 1    4  Christ  has  ascended  high, 

To  rule  the  subject  earth  ; 
The  merit  of  his  blood  he  pleads, 
And  pleads  his  heavenly  birth. 

5  He  asks,  and  God  bestows 
A  large  inheritance; 
f        Far  as  the  world's  remotest  ends 
His  kingdom  shall  advance. 

ex    6  The  nations  that  rebel 

Must  feel  his  iron  rod : 
He'll  vindicate  those  honors  well, 
That  he  received  from  God. 

m     7  Be  wise,  ye  rulers,  now, 

And  worship  at  his  throne ; 

vi        With  trembling  joy,  ye  people,  bow 
To  God's  exalted  Son. 


2. 


THIRD  PART.     L.  M.— Sterling. 
Exhortation  to  rulers. 

NOW  ye  that  boast  of  earthly  power, 
Be  wise,  and  serve  the  Lord,  the  Lamb 

Bow  at  his  footstool  and  adore ; 
Rejoice  and  tremble  at  his  name. 


PSALMS. 


f 


2  For  God,  who  high  in  glory  reigns, 

Laughs  at  your  pride,  your  rage  controls ; 
His  power  can  fill  your  hearts  with  pains, 
ag  And  speak  in  thunders  to  your  souls. 

p      3  With  humble  love  address  the  Son, 
Lest  he  be  angry,  and  ye  die  ; 

cr        His  wrath  will  burn  to  worlds  unknown, 
If  ye  provoke  his  jealousy. 

/      4  His  storms  may  drive  you  quick  to  hell ; 
p  He  is  a  God,  and  ye  but  dust : 

cr  ri     Happy  the  men  who  know  him  well, 
And  make  his  grace  their  only  trust. 

3  FIRST  PART.     C.  M.- Windsor. 

,  God  our  defence. 

aff  1  MY  God,  how  many  are  my  fears  ! 
How  fast  my  foes  increase  ! 
Conspiring  my  eternal  death, 
They  break  my  present  peace. 

2  The  subtle  tempter  would  persuade 
There's  no  relief  in  heaven, 
That  all  my  swelling  sins  are  now 
Too  big  to  be  forgiven. 

cr    3  But  thou,  my  glory  and  my  strength, 
/  Shalt  on  the  tempter  tread  ; 

di         Shalt  silence  all  my  threat'ning  guilt 
And  raise  my  drooping  head. 

v      4  1  cried,  and  from  his  holy  hill 
He  bow'd  a  list'ning  ear ; 
I  call'd  my  Father,  and  my  God, 
And  he  subdued  my  fear. 

5  He  shed  soft  slumbers  on  mine  eyes, 
cr  In  spite  of  all  my  foes  ; 

I  woke,  and  wonder'd  at  the  grace 
That  guarded  my  repose. 

/     6  What  though  the  hosts  of  death  and  hell 
All  arm'd,  against  me  stood  : 
Terrors  no  more  shall  shake  my  soul  j 
di  My  refuge  is  my  God. 

2 


M  PSALMS. 

3  SECOND  PART.  L.  M-  Quito. 

,  Morning. 

off  1  O  LORD,  how  many  are  my  foes, 

In  this  weak  state  of  flesh  and  blood! 
My  peace  they  daily  discompose : 
But  my  defence  and  hope  is  God. 

2  Tired  with  the  burdens  of  the  day, 
cr        To  thee  I  raised  an  evening  cry ; 

Thou  heard'st  when  I  began  to  pray. 
And  thine  almighty  help  was  nigh. 

3  Supported  by  thy  heavenly  aid, 
di        I  laid  me  down  and  slept  secure : 

cr        Not  death  would  make  my  heart  afraid, 
f        Though  I  should  wake  and  rise  no  more. 

di    4  But  God  sustain'd  me  all  the  night ; 

Salvation  doth  to  God  belong: 
cr        He  raised  my  head  to  see  the  light, 

And  praise  him  in  my  morning  song. 

3  THIRD  PART.    L.  M.—  Luton. 

•  Same  subject. 

aff  1  THE  tempter  to  my  soul  hath  said, 

"  There  is  no  help  in  God  for  thee  j" 
Lord,  lift  thou  up  thy  servant's  head, 

My  glory,  shield,  and  solace  be. 
T  T  2  Thus  to  the  Lord  I  raised  my  cry, 
cr  He  heard  me  from  his  holy  hill ; 

/         At  his  command  the  waves  roll'd  by  ; 
p  He  beckon'd,  and  the  winds  were  still 

— cr  3  I  slept  in  quiet  and  awoke  ; 

Thou,  Lord,  my  spirit  didst  sustain  ; 
vi         Bright  from  the  east  the  morning  broke, 

Thy  comforts  rose  on  me  again. 

4  I  will  not  fear,  though  armed  throngs 

Compass  my  steps  in  all  their  wrath  ; 
Salvation  to  the  Lord  belongs, 
His  presence  guards  his  people's  path. 

Montgomery. 

4  FIRST  PART.    L.  M.— Sterling. 

a  A  prayer-hearing  God,  our  portion  and  hope. 

p      1  O  GOD  of  grace  and  righteousness, 
Hear  and  attend  when  I  complain: 
Thou  didst  deliver  from  distress, 
Bow  down  thy  gracious  ear  again. 


PSALMS.  15 

H      2  Ye  sons  of  men,  in  vain  ye  try 
To  turn  my  glory  into  shame  : 
How  long  will  scoffers  love  to  lie, 
And  dare  reproach  my  Saviour's  name  ? 

3  Know  that  the  Lord  divides  his  saints 
From  all  the  tribes  of  men  beside ; 

di        He  hears  and  pities  their  complaints, 
For  the  dear  sake  of  Christ  that  died. 

4  When  our  obedient  hands  have  done 
A  thousand  works  of  righteousness, 
We  put  our  trust  in  God  alone, 

cr        And  gloiy  in  his  pard'ning  grace. 

5  Let  the  unthinking  many  say, 

"  Who  will  bestow  some  earthly  goodVJ 
But,  Lord,  thy  light  and  love  we  pray  ; 
Our  souls  desire  this  heavenly  food. 


4. 


SECOND  PART.  L.  M.— Duke-street. 
Protection  from  scoffers. 


\  HOW  long,  ye  sons  of  men,  will  ye 
The  servant  of  the  Lord  despise, 
Delight  yourselves  with  vanity, 
And  trust  in  refuges  of  lies  ? 

2  Know  that  the  Lord  hath  set  apart 
The  godly  man  in  every  age; 
He  loves  a  meek  and  lowly  heart — 
His  people  are  his  heritage. 

true  3  Then  stand  in  awe,  nor  dare  to  sin  -, 
d  Commune  with  your  own  heart ;  be  still 

The  Lord  requireth  truth  within  ; 
The  sacrifice  of  mind  and  will. 

Montgomery 

4  THIRD  PART.     C.  SI.— Baity. 

•  Evening. 

1  LORD,  thou  wilt  hear  me  when  1  pray 

I  am  for  ever  thine: 
I  fear  before  thee  all  the  day, 
Nor  would  I  dare  to  sim 

2  And  while  I  rest  my  weaiy  head 

From  care  and  business  free, 

'Tis  sweet  conversing  on  my  bed 

With  my  own  heart  and  thee. 


16  PSALMS. 

3  I  pay  this  evening  sacrifice; 
And  when  my  work  is  done, 
cr        Great  God,  my  faith,  my  hope  relies 
Upon  thy  grace  alone. 

f>      4  Thus,  with  my  thoughts  composed  to  peace, 
I  give  my  eyes  to  sleep  ; 
Thy  hand  in  safety  keeps  my  days, 
And  will  my  slumbers  keep. 

FIRST  PART.     C.  M.— Colchester. 
JT\  For  the  Lord's  day  morning. 


My  voice  ascending  high  : 
To  thee  will  I  direct  my  prayer, 
To  thee  lift  up  mine  eye : 

cr    2  Up  to  the  hills  where  Christ  is  gone, 
To  plead  for  all  his  saints, 
Presenting  at  his  Father's  throne 
Our  songs  and  our  complaints. 

p.m'3  Thou  art  a  God  before  whose  sight 
The  wicked  shall  not  stand ; 
Sinners  shall  ne'er  be  thy  delight, 
Nor  dwell  at  thy  right  hand. 

m'./4  But  to  thy  house  will  I  resort, 
To  taste  thy  mercies  there; 
I  will  frequent  thy  holy  court, 
And  worship  in  thy  fear. 

p      5  Oh  may  thy  spirit  guide  my  feet 
In  ways  of  righteousness : 
Make  every  path  of  duty  straight, 
And  plain  before  my  face. 

P  AUSE. — Dunchu  reft. 

aff  6  My  watchful  enemies  combine 
To  tempt  my  feet  astray  : 
They  flatter,  with  a  base  design, 
To  make  my  soul  their  prey. 

ex    7  The  Lord  will  crush  them  in  the  dust, 
And  all  their  plots  destroy  ; 
While  those  that  in  his  mercy  trust 
For  ever  shout  for  joy. 


di     8  Tlie  men  that  love  and  fear  thy  name 
Shall  see  their  hopes  fulfill'd  ; 

cr        The  mighty  God  will  compass  them 
With  favour  as  a  shield. 

5  SECOND  PART.     C.  M.— Colchester. 

Same  subject. 

1  SOON  as  the  morning  rays  appear 

I'll  lift  my  eyes  above ; 
My  voice  shall  reach  thy  list'ning  ear, 
And  supplicate  thy  love. 

2  Within  thy  house  my  voice  shall  rise 

Before  thy  mercy-seat ; 
There  will  I  fix  my  steadfast  eyes, 
And  worship  at  thy  feet. 

3  Thy  righteousness,  thy  strength  display, 

And  my  protection  be : 
Teach  me  to  know  that  only  way. 
Which  leads  to  heaven  and  thee. 

Wranghani 

6  FIRST  PART.    C.  M.—  Windsor. 

,  Complaint  in  sickness. 

off  1  IX  anger,  Lord,  rebuke  me  not: 
Withhold  the  dreadful  storm, 
If  thy  displeasure  waxes  hot, 
; Twill  crush  thy  feeble  worm. 

2  My  soul's  bow;d  down  with  heavy  cares> 

My  flesh  with  pain  oppress'd  ; 
Iffy  couch  is  witness  to  my  tears, 
My  tears  forbid  my  rest. 

3  Sorrow  and  pain  wear  out  my  days  : 

I  waste  the  night  with  cries, 
And  count  the  minutes  as  they  pass, 
Till  the  slow  morning  rise. 

4  Shall  I  be  still  afflicted  more  ? 

My  eyes  consumed  with  grief? 
ex        How  long,  my  God,  how  long  before 
Thy  hand  afford  relief? 

5  Oh,  hear,  while  dust  and  ashes  speak, 
p  Restore  my  fainting  breath  ; 

cr        And  save  me,  for  thy  mercy's  sake, 
rU  From  the  dark  shades  of  death. 

2* 


18  PSALMS. 

6  SECOND  PART.    C.  M.—  Windsor. 

•  Prayer  under  rebukes. 

off  1  IN  mercy,  not  in  wrath,  rebuke 
Thy  feeble  worm,  O  God  ; 
My  spirit  dreads  thine  angry  look, 
And  trembles  at  thy  rod. 

p      2  Have  mercy,  Lord,  for  I  am  weak  ; 
Regard  my  humble  cry  : 
Oh  let  thy  voice  of  comfort  speak, 
And  bring  salvation  nigh. 

cr    3  Oh  come,  and  show  thy  power  to  save, 
And  spare  my  fainting  breath  ; 
For  who  can  praise  thee  in  the  grave, 
Or  sing  thy  name  in  death  ? 

M      4  Satan,  my  cruel  envious  foe. 
Insults  me  in  my  pain  : 
He  smiles  to  see  me  brought  so  low, 
And  tells  me  hope  is  vain. 

/     5  But  hence,  thou  enemy,  depart, 
Nor  tempt  me  to  despair ; 
My  Saviour  comes  to  cheer  my  heart; 
The  Lord  has  heard  my  prayer. 

Netcton. 

6  THIRD  PART.    L.  U.—Darwen. 

•  Same  subject. 

off  1  LORD,  I  can  suffer  thy  rebukes 

When  thou  with  kindness  dost  chastise  ; 
But  thy  fierce  wrath  I  cannot  bear, 
Oh  let  it  not  against  me  rise. 

p      2  Pity  my  languishing  estate, 

And  ease  the  sorrow  that  I  feel ; 
cr        The  wounds  thy  heavy  hand  hath  made, 
di  Oh  let  thy  gentler  touches  heal. 

3  See  how  I  pass  my  weary  days 

In  sighs  and  groans ! — and  when  'tis  night, 
My  bed  is  water'd  with  my  tears  ; 
My  grief  consumes  and  dims  my  sight. 

4  Look  how  the  powers  of  nature  mourn  '. 

How  long.  Almighty  God,  how  long? 
cr        When  shall  thine  hour  of  grace  return  ? 

When  shall  I  make  thy  grace  my  song? 


PSALM? 

/      5  Depart,  ye  tempters,  from  my  soul, 

And  all  despairing  thoughts  depart ; 
My  God,  who  hears  mv  humble  moan, 
Will  ease  my  flesh  and  cheer  my  heart 

7C.  M.— Barby. 
•    God's  care  of  his  people,  and  punishment  of  persecutors. 

aff  1  MY  trust  is  in  my  heavenly  Friend, 
My  hope  in  thee,  my  God  , 
Rise,  and  my  helpless  life  defend 
From  those  that  seek  my  blood 

ag    2  With  insolence  and  fury,  they 
Would  now  my  body  tear, 
As  hungry  lions  rend  the  prey 
When  no  deliv'rer's  near. 

p      3  If  I  indulge  in  thoughts  unjust, 
And  wish  and  seek  their  wo ; 
Then  let  them  tread  my  life  to  dust, 
And  lay  mine  honor  low. 

"     4  If  there  were  malice  hid  in  me — 
I  know  thy  piercing  eyes — 
I  should  not  dare  appeal  to  thee, 
Nor  ask  my  God  to  rise. 

cr    5  Arise,  my  God,  lift  up  thine  hand, 
Their  pride  and  power  control; 

/         Awake  to  judgment,  and  command 
Deliv'rance  to  my  soul. 

di     6  The  cruel  persecuting  race 

Must  turn,  or  feel  thy  sword : 

cr        Awake,  my  soul,  and  praise  the  grace 
And  justice  of  the  Lord. 

8  FIRST  PART.    C.  "SI.— Barby. 

•  Christ's  condescension  and  glorification :  or,  God  made  man 

1  O  LORD,  our  Lord,  how  wondrous  great 

Is  thine  exalted  name  ! 
The  glories  of  thy  heavenly  state 
Let  men  and  babes  proclaim. 

2  When  I  behold  thy  works  on  high, 

The  moon  that  rules  the  night, 

And  stars  that  well  adorn  the  sky, 

Those  moving  worlds  of  light ; 


20  PSALMS. 

p      3  Lord,  what  is  man  or  all  his  race, 
Who  dwells  so  far  below, 
That  thou  shouldst  visit  him  with  grace, 
And  love  his  nature  so  ? 

er    4  That  thine  eternal  Son  should  bear 
To  take  a  mortal  form, 
Made  lower  than  his  angels  are, 
To  save  a  dying  worm  ? 

5  Yet  while  he  lived  on  earth  unknown, 

And  men  would  not  adore, 

f         The  waves  and  stormy  winds  did  own 

His  Godhead  and  his  power. 

6  Let  him  be  crown'd  with  majesty 
di  Who  bow'd  his  head  in  death ; 
ff       And  be  his  honors  sounded  high 

By  all  things  that  have  breath. 

SECOND  PART.  C.  M.—  Arlington. 
Same  subject. 

1  O  LORD,  my  King,  how  excellent 

Thy  name  on  earth  is  known! 
Thy  glory  in  the  firmament, 
How  wonderfully  shown ! 

2  When  I  behold  the  heavens  on  high, 

The  work  of  thy  right  hand ; 
The  moon  and  stars  amid  the  sky, 
Thy  lights  in  every  land : — 

ex    3  Lord,  what  is  man,  that  thou  shouldst  deign 
On  him  to  set  thy  love  ? 
Give  him  on  earth  awhile  to  reign, 
Then  fill  a  throne  above? 

f     4  0  Lord,  how  excellent  thy  name ! 
How  manifold  thy  ways ! 
Let  time  thy  saving  truth  proclaim, 
Eternity  thy  praise. 

Montgomery. 


8. 


8. 


THIRD  PART.  L.  M.-Uxbridge. 
Infant  hosannas. 


1  ALMIGHTY  Ruler  of  the  skies, 

Through  the  wide  earth  thy  name  is  spread ; 
And  thine  eternal  glories  rise 
O'er  all  the  heavens  thy  hands  have  made. 


PSALMS.  | 

p     2  To  thee  the  voices  of  the  young 
A  monument  of  honor  raise  ; 
And  infants,  with  their  lisping  tongue, 
Declare  the  wonders  of  thy  praise. 

3  Thy  power  ordains  their  tender  age 

cr  To  bring  proud  rebels  to  the  ground  ; 

/         To  still  the  bold  blasphemer's  rage, 
And  all  their  policies  confound. 

4  Children  amid  thy  temple  throng, 

To  see  their  great  Redeemer's  face  : 
The  Sun  of  David  is  their  song: 
And  sweet  hosannas  fill  the  place. 

8  FOURTH  PART.  L.  ML—  Quito. 

•        Adam  and  Christ,  lords  of  the  old  and  new  creation. 

1  LORD,  what  was  man,  when  made  at  first. 
Adam  the  offspring  of  the  dust, 
That  thou  shouldst  set  him  and  his  race 
But  just  below  an  angel's  place  ? 

cr    2  That  thou  shouldst  raise  his  nature  so, 
And  make  him  lord  of  all  below — 
Make  every  earthly  thing  submit, 
And  pay  their  homage  at  his  feet? 

f.ex  3  But  oh  what  brighter  glories  wait 

To  crown  the  second  Adam's  state! 
What  honors  shall  thy  Son  obtain, 
Who  came  to  rescue  sinful  men  ! 

p      4  See  him  below  his  angels  made, 
p.  p      See  him  entomb'd  among  the  dead, 
cr        To  save  a  ruin'd  world  from  sin ! 
f        But  he  shall  reign  with  power  divine. 

5  The  world  to  come,  redeem'd  from  all 
The  miseries  that  attend  the  fall, 
New  made  and  glorious,  shall  submit 
At  our  exalted  Saviour's  feet. 


FIFTH  PART.  L.  y\.-RothiccU. 
Christ's  condescension  and  glorification. 


8. 

/      I  O  LORD,  our  Lord,  in  power  divine 
How  great  is  thy  illustrious  name  ! 
Through  all  the  earth  thy  glories  shine, 
Placed  high  above  the  heavenly  frame. 


22  PSALMS. 

di     2  Down  from  his  throne  thy  Son  descends, 

A  little  time  our  form  to  wear ; 
q>  Beneath  th'  angelic  hosts  he  bends, 

ex  Our  sufferings  and  our  sins  to  bear. 

f     3  But,  lo !  thy  power  exalts  him  high, 
In  glorious  dignity  enthroned- 
He  bears  our  nature  to  the  sky  : 

O'er  all  thy  works  the  Ruler  crown'd. 

ff    4  Jesus,  our  Lord,  in  power  divine, 

How  great  is  thy  illustrious  name  ! 
Through  all  the  earth  thy  glories  shine ; 
Let  the  whole  earth  resound  thy  fame. 

Pratt's  Coll. 


FIRST  PART.  0.  M.—Barby.    St.  Ann'. 
Judgment  and  mercy. 


9. 

/     1  WITH  my  whole  heart  I'll  raise  my  song, 
Thy  wonders  I'll  proclaim  : 
Thou,  Sovereign  Judge  of  right  and  wrong, 
Wilt  put  my  foes  to  shame. 

2  I'll  sing  thy  majesty  and  grace ; 
My  God  prepares  his  throne 
To  judge  the  world  in  righteousness, 
And  make  his  justice  known. 

di    3  Yet  shall  the  Lord  a  refuge  prove 
For  all  the  poor  oppress'd, 
To  save  the  people  of  his  love, 
p  And  give  the  weary  rest. 

cr    4  The  men  who  know  thy  name  will  trust 
In  thy  abundant  grace; 
For  thou  didst  ne'er  forsake  the  just, 
Who  humbly  sought  thy  face. 

/     5  Sing  praises  to  the  righteous  Lord, 
Who  dwells  on  Zion's  hill ; 
Who  executes  his  threat'ning  word, 
And  doth  his  grace  fulfil. 

9  SECOND  PART.    C.  M.—Barby. 

•  Wisdom  and  equity  of  Providence. 

/     ]  WHEN  the  great  Judge,  supreme  and  just: 

Shall  once  inquire  for  blood, 
p  The  humble  souls  that  mourn  in  dust 

cr  Shall  find  a  faithful  God. 


PSALMS.  33 

ex    2  Thy  thunders  shall  affright  the  proud, 
And  put  their  hearts  to  pain  ; 
Make  them  confess  that  thou  art  God, 
p  And  they  but  sinful  men. 

cr  3  Thus,  by  thy  judgments,  mighty  God, 
Are  thy  deep  counsels  known : 
When  men  of  mischief  are  destroy'd, 
The  snare  must  be  their  own. 

p      4  Though  saints  to  sore  distress  are  brought, 
m  And  wait,  and  long  complain, 

Their  cries  shall  never  be  forgot, 
Nor  shall  their  hopes  be  vain. 

/     5  Rise,  great  Redeemer,  from  thy  seat, 
To  judge  and  save  the  poor  ; 
Let  nations  tremble  at  thy  feet, 
And  man  prevail  no  more 

I  r\  FIRST  PART.     C.  H—  Windsor. 

J-  V/»  For  a  day  of  humiliation. 

off  1  WHY  doth  the  Lord  stand  off  so  far, 
And  why  conceal  his  face, 
When  great  calamities  appear, 
And  times  of  deep  distress? 

2  Lord,  shall  the  wicked  still  deride 
Thy  justice  and  thy  power? 
cr        Shall  they  advance  their  heads  in  pride, 
And  still  thy  saints  devour? 

di    3  They  put  thy  judgments  from  their  sight, 

And  then  insult  the  poor  ; 
cr        They  boast,  in  their  exalted  height, 

That  they  shall  fall  no  more. 

/     4  Arise,  O  God,  lift  up  thy  hand, 
p  Attend  our  humble  cry  ; 

cr        No  enemy  shall  dare  to  stand 
When  God  ascends  on  high. 

PAUSE. 
Oppression  punished. 

5  Why  do  the  men  of  malice  rage, 
And  say,  with  foolish  pride, 
"  The  God  of  heav'n  will  ne'er  engage 
To  fight  on  Zion's  side." 


34  PSALMS. 

^  6  But  thou  for  ever  art  our  Lord, 
And  powerful  is  thy  hand, 
cr        As  wnen  the  heathen  felt  thy  sword, 
And  perish'd  from  thy  land. 

di    7  God  will  prepare  our  hearts  to  pray, 
And  dow  his  ear  to  hear  : 
Accept  the  vows  thy  children  pay, 
And  free  thy  saints  from  fear. 

-I  f\  SECOND  PART.    L.  M.— Luther's  Hymn. 

J-  VJ  •  Jehovah  the  avenger  of  the  oppressed. 

/     1  JEHOVAH  reigns  ;  your  tribute  bring  ; 
Proclaim  the  Lord,  th'  Eternal  King  : 
Crown  him,  ye  saints,  with  holy  joy, 
His  arm  shall  all  your  foes  destroy. 

di  2  The  Lord  shall  save  th'  afflicted  breast, 
His  arm  shall  vindicate  th'  oppress'd  : 

cr  Earth's  mightiest  tyrant  feel  his  power, 
Nor  sin  nor  Satan  grieve  them  more. 

p      3  Thy  Spirit  shall  our  hearts  prepare; 
Thine  ear  shall  listen  to  our  prayer  : 
f         Thou  righteous  Judge,  thou  Power  divine. 
di        On  thee  our  helpless  souls  recline. 

Pratt's  Coil 

11  FIRST  PART.     L.  M.—  Uxbridge 

-L  •         God  loves  the  righteous  and  hates  the  wit  ked. 

1  MY  refuge  is  the  God  of  love; 
Why  do  my  foes  insult  and  cry, 
cr        "  Fly  like  a  tim'rous  trembling  dove, 
To  distant  woods  and  mountains  fly  V 

[2  If  government  be  all  destroy'd, 
That  firm  foundation  of  our  peace, 
And  violence  make  justice  void, 
Where  shall  the  righteous  seek  redress?] 

di    3  The  Lord  in  heaven  hath  fix'd  his  throne 
His  eye  surveys  the  world  below  ; 
To  him  all  mortal  things  are  known, 
His  eyelids  search  our  spirits  through. 

M     4  If  he  afflicts  the  saints  so  far, 

To  prove  their  love  and  try  their  grace. 
cr        What  must  the  bold  transgressors  fear  ? 
/        His  very  soul  abhors  their  ways. 


PSALMS.  25 

aZ  [P  Upon  the  wicked  he  will  rain 

Tempests  of  brimstone,  fire,  and  death, 
Such  as  he  kindled  on  the  plain 
Of  Sodom  with  his  angry  breath.] 

di    6  The  righteous  Lord  loves  righteous  souls, 
Whose  thoughts  and  actions  are  sincere  ; 
And  with  a  gracious  eye  beholds 
The  men  that  his  own  image  bear. 

]-|  SECOND  PART.     C.  M.—St.  Ann's.     Barby. 

J-  •  Same  subject. 

1  THE  Lord  is  in  his  holy  place, 

And  from  his  throne  on  high, 
He  looks  upon  the  human  race 
With  omnipresent  eye. 

2  He  proves  the  righteous,  marks  their  path ; 

In  him  the  weak  are  strong : 
cr        But  violence  provokes  his  wrath  ; 
The  Lord  abhorreth  wrong. 

ag    3  God  on  the  wicked  will  rain  down 
Brimstone,  and  fire,  and  snares ; 
The  gloom  and  tempest  of  his  frown! 
This  portion  shall  be  theirs. 

pi     4  The  righteous  Lord  will  take  delight 
Alone  in  righteousness ; 
The  just  are  pleasing  in  his  sight ; 
The  humble  he  will  bless. 

Montgomery. 

I  Q  C.  M.— Barby.     ex. 

J-  &  •         General  corruption  a  sign  of  Christ's  coming. 

I I  1  HELP,  Lord,  for  men  of  virtue  fail, 

Religion  loses  ground  : 
The  sons  of  violence  prevail, 
And  treacheries  abound. 

2  Their  oaths  and  promises  they  break  ; 
They  act  the  flatt'rers  part : 
With  fair  deceitful  lips,  they  speak, 
But  with  a  double  heart. 

[3  Scoffers  appear  on  every  side, 
While  a  vile  race  of  men 
Is  raised  to  seats  of  power  and  pride, 
To  bear  the  sword  in  vain.] 
3 


213  PSALMS. 

cr    4  Lord,  when  iniquities  abound, 
And  blasphemy  grows  bold  ; 
When  faith  is  rarely  to  be  found, 
And  love  is  waxing  cold  ; 

vi     5  Is  not  thy  chariot  hastening  on? 
Hast  thou  not  given  the  sign? 
May  we  not  trust  and  live  upon 
A  promise  so  divine  ? 
ff    6  Yes,  saith  the  Lord,  I  now  will  rise, 
And  make  oppressors  flee  ; 
I  shall  appear  to  their  surprise, 
And  set  my  servants  free. 
[7  Thy  word,  like  silver  seven  times  tried, 
Through  ages  shall  endure  ; 
The  men  that  in  thy  truth  confide, 
Shall  find  the  promise  sure.] 

1Q  FIRST  PART.     L.  M.— Derby. 

tJ  •  Hope  in  darkness. 

off  1  HOW  long,  O  Lord,  shall  I  complain, 
Like  one  that  seeks  his  God  in  vain  ? 
Wilt  thou  thy  face  for  ever  hide  ? 
Shall  I  still  pray  and  be  denied  ? 
2  Shall  I  for  ever  be  forgot, 

di         Like  one  whom  thou  regardest  not? 

cr        Still  shall  my  soul  thine  absence  mourn  ? 
And  still  despair  of  thy  return? 
[3  How  long  shall  my  poor  troubled  breast 
Be  with  these  anxious  thoughts  oppress'd 
And  Satan,  my  malicious  foe, 
Rejoice  to  see  me  sunk  so  low  ?] 

di     4  Hear,  Lord,  and  grant  me  quick  relief, 
Before  my  death  concludes  my  grief; 
If  thou  withhold  thy  heavenly  light, 

pp        I  sleep  in  everlasting  night. 

f      5  How  will  the  powers  of  darkness  boast 

If  but  one  praying  soul  be  lost ! 
di        But  I  have  trusted  in  thy  grace, 

And  shall  again  behold  thy  face. 
cr    6  Whatever  my  fears  or  foes  suggest, 

Thou  art  my  hope,  my  joy,  my  rest  j 
—j       My  heart  shall  feel  thy  love,  and  raise 

My  cheerful  voice  to  songs  of  praise. 


-i  Q      SECOND  PART.    C.  M  —  Windsor.    Barby.      ex. 
X  O*  Temptation — Complaint. 

aff  1  HOW  long  wilt  thou  conceal  thy  face 
My  God,  how  long  delay  ? 
When  shall  I  feel  those  heavenly  rays 
That  chase  my  fears  away? 

2  How  long  shall  my  poor  lab'ring  soul 

Wrestle  and  toil  in  vain? 
cr        Thy  word  can  all  my  foes  control 
And  ease  my  raging  pain. 

3  Be  thou  my  sun,  and  thou  my  shield, 

My  soul  in  safety  keep ; 
vi        Make  haste,  before  mine  eyes  are  seal'd 
pp  In  death's  eternal  sleep. 

[4  How  would  the  tempter  boast  aloud 
Should  I  become  his  prey  ! 
How  are  his  legions  waxing  proud 
At  thy  so  long  delay  !] 

vi   [5  But  they  shall  fly  at  thy  rebuke, 
And  Satan  hide  his  head : 
He  knows  the  terrors  of  thy  look. 
And  hears  thy  voice  with  dread.  | 

6  Thou  wilt  display  that  sovereign  grace 
Whence  all  my  comforts  spring ; 
f  I  shall  employ  my  lips  in  praise, 

And  thy  salvation  sing. 


13. 


THIRD  PART.     7»8.— Heye?*  Hymn. 
Pleading  for  help. 


off  1  LORD  of  mercy,  just  and  kind, 
Wilt  thou  not  my  guilt  forgive  ? 
Never  shall  my  troubled  mind 
In  thy  kind  remembrance  live  ? 

2  Lord,  how  long  shall  Satarfs  art 

Tempt  my  harassed  soul  to  sin  ? 
Triumph  o'er  my  bleeding  heart, 
Fears  without  and  guilt  within? 

3  Lord,  my  God,  thine  ear  incline, 

Bending  to  the  prayer  of  faith  ; 
cr        Cheer  my  eyes  with  light  divine, 
p  Lest  I  sleep  the  sleep  of  death. 


29  PSALMS- 

ex    4  On  thy  mercy  I  rely ; 

Mercy,  heavenly  Lord,  impart : 
Mercy  brings  salvation  nigh; 
Mercy  shall  rejoice  my  heart. 

cr    5  Lord,  I  lift  my  heart  in  praise 

All  thy  bounty  to  adore  ; 
/  From  eternity  thy  grace 

Flows  increasing  evermore. 

Pratt's  Coll 
1     4  FIRST  PART.     C.  M.— Peterborough. 

J-  ^f  •  Human  depravity. 

'  *  1  FOOLS,  in  their  hearts,  believe  and  say 
That  "  all  religion's  vain  ; 
There  is  no  God  that  reigns  on  high, 
Or  minds  th'  affairs  of  men." 

[2  From  thoughts  so  dreadful  and  profane, 
Corrupt  discourse  proceeds ; 
And  in  their  impious  hands  are  found, 
Abominable  deeds.] 

3  The  Lord,  from  his  celestial  throne, 

Look'd  down  on  things  below  ; 
To  find  the  man  that  sought  his  grace, 
Or  did  his  justice  know. 

4  By  nature  all  are  gone  astray, 

Their  practice  all  the  same  ; 
There's  none  that  fears  his  Maker's  hand  , 
There's  none  that  loves  his  name. 

5  Their  tongues  are  used  to  speak  deceit, 

Their  slanders  never  cease  ; 
cr        How  swift  to  mischief  are  their  feet ! 
Nor  know  the  paths  of  peace. 

6  Such  seeds  of  sin,  that  bitter  root. 

In  every  heart  are  found ; 
Nor  can  we  bear  diviner  fruit 
'Till  grace  refine  the  ground. 

U  SECOND  PART.    C.  M.—Barby.     ex. 

•  Folly  of  persecutors. 

off  1  ARE  sinners  now  so  harden'd  grown 
That  they  the  saints  devour? 
And  never  worship  at  thy  throne, 
Nor  fear  thine  awful  power  ? 


PSALMS.  29 

ag   2  Great  God.  appear  to  their  surprise, 
Reveal  thy  dreadful  name  ; 
Let  them  no  more  thy  wrath  despise. 
di  Nor  turn  our  hope  to  shame. 

p      3  Dost  thou  not  dwell  among  the  just? 
And  yet  our  foes  deride 
That  we  should  make  thy  name  our  trust ' 
e.v  Great  God,  confound  their  pride. 

/^4  Oh,  that  the  joyful  day  were  come 
To  finish  our  distress  ! 
When  God  shall  bring  his  children  home 
Our  songs  shall  never  cease. 

1;r       FIRST  PART.     C.  M.— Peterborough.    Arlington. 
*J  •  Traits  of  a  Christian  character. 

?  I      1  WHO  shall  inhabit  in  thy  hill, 
O  God  of  holiness  ? 
"Whom  will  the  Lord  admit  to  dwell 
So  near  his  throne  of  grace  ? 

2  The  man  who  walks  in  pious  ways, 

And  works  with  righteous  hands; 
Who  trusts  his  Maker's  promises, 
And  follows  his  commands: — 

3  He  speaks  the  meaning  of  his  heart. 

Nor  slanders  with  his  tongue  ; 
Will  scarce  believe  an  ill  report. 
Nor  do  his  neighbor  wrong  ; 

4  The  wealthy  sinner  he  contemns, 

Loves  all  who  fear  the  Lord  ; 
And  though  to  his  own  hurt  he  swears, 
Still  he  performs  his  word : 

5  His  hands  disdain  a  golden  bribe, 

And  never  wrong  the  poor  : — 
cr        This  man  shall  dwell  with  God  on  earth. 
And  find  his  heaven  secure. 

-1    /T     SECOND  PART.     L.  M.—  Uxbridge.     Duke-street. 
ivi  Same  subject. 

1 1  1    WHO  shall  ascend  thy  holy  place, 

Great  God,  and  dwell  so  near  thy  face  ? — 
The  man  who  loves  religion  now, 
And  humbly  walks  with  God  below; 
3* 


30  PSALMS. 

2  Whose  hands  are  pure,  whose  heart  is  clean  j 
Whose  lips  still  speak  the  thing  they  mean 
No  slanders  dwell  upon  his  tongue  ; 
He  hates  to  do  his  neighbor  wrong. 

ex  3  He  loves  his  enemies,  and  prays 

For  those  who  curse  him  to  his  face ; 
And  does  to  all  men  still  the  same 
That  he  would  hope  or  wish  from  them. 

"""4  Yet  when  his  holiest  works  are  done, 
His  soul  depends  on  grace  alone  : — 
cr      This  is  the  man  thy  face  shall  see, 


15. 


And  dwell  for  ever,  Lord,  with  thee. 

THIRD  PART.    I..  M.— Sterling. 
Who  shall  reach  heaven. 


1  BUT  who  shall  reach  thine  holy  place, 

Or  who,  O  Lord,  ascend  thine  hill  ? 
The  pure  in  heart  shall  see  thy  face  ; 
The  man  that  seeks  to  do  thy  will. 

'  l  2  He  who  to  bribes  hath  closed  his  hand, 
To  idols  never  bent  the  knee  ; 
Nor  sworn  in  falsehood  ; — he  shall  stand, 
Redeemed  by  grace,  and  kept  by  Thee. 

Montgomery. 

-1   r*  FIRST  PART.    L.  M.— Quito. 

1  0»  Humility. 

off  1  PRESERVE  me.  Lord,  in  time  of  need, 
For  succor  to  thy  throne  I  flee ; 
But  have  no  merits  there  to  plead ; 
My  goodness  cannot  reach  to  thee. 

2  Oft  have  my  heart  and  tongue  confess'd 

How  empty  and  how  poor  I  am  ; 

My  praise  can  never  make  thee  blest, 

Nor  add  new  glories  to  thy  name. 

'  *   3  Yet,  Lord,  thy  saints  on  earth  may  reap 
Some  profit  by  the  good  they  do  ; 
These  are  the  company  I  keep, 

These  are  the  choicest  friends  I  know. 

cr    4  Let  others  choose  the  sons  of  earth, 
/  And  give  their  hours  to  noise  and  wine 

di        I  love  the  men  of  heavenly  birth, 
Whose  thoughts 


16. 


PSALMS. 

SECOND  PART.     L.  M.— Luton. 
Christ's  all-sufficiency. 


aff   1  HOW  fast  their  guilt  and  sorrows  rise, 
Who  haste  to  seek  some  idol  god  ! 
I  will  not  taste  their  sacrifice, 

Their  off'rings  of  forbidden  blood. 

cr     2  My  God  provides  a  richer  cup. 

And  nobler  food  to  live  upon : 
ex        He  for  my  life  has  offer'd  up 

Jesus,  his  well  beloved  Son. 

d      3  His  love  is  my  perpetual  feast, 

By  day  his  counsels  guide  me  right: 
And  be  his  name  for  ever  blest, 

Who  gives  me  sweet  advice  by  night. 

cr     4  1  set  him  still  before  mine  eyes; 

At  my  right  hand  he  stands  prepared 
To  keep  my  soul  from  all  surprise, 
And  be  my  everlasting  guard. 


16. 


THIRD  PART.    L.  M.— Luther's  Hymn. 

Hope  in  the  resurrection. 


/     1  WHEN  God  is  nigh,  my  faith  is  strong ; 
His  arm  is  my  almighty  prop : 
Be  glad,  my  heart — rejoice,  my  tongue  ; 
di  My  dying  flesh  shall  rest  in  hope. 

p      2  Though  in  the  dust  I  lay  my  head, 

Yet,  gracious  God,  thou  wilt  not  leave 
My  soul  for  ever  with  the  dead, 
Nor  lose  thy  children  in  the  grave. 

/"  3  My  flesh  shall  thy  first  call  obey, 

Shake  off  the  dust  and  rise  on  high; 
Then  shalt  thou  lead  the  wondrous  way, 
Up  to  thy  throne  above  the  sky. 

ff    4  There  streams  of  endless  pleasure  flow, 
And  full  discov'ries  of  thy  grace : 
Joys  we  but  tasted  here  below, 

Spread    heavenly  raptures   through   the 
place. 


22  V  S.M.MS. 

1r*  FOURTH  PART.     C.  M.- Moravian. 

vl«  Cod  our  portion. 

1  LET  heathens  to  their  idols  haste. 
And  worship  wood  or  stone ; 
cr         But  my  delightful  lot  is  cast 

Where  the  true  God  is  known. 

di     2  His  hand  provides  my  constant  food  ; 
He  fills  my  daily  cup  : 
Much  am  I  pleased  with  present  good, 
But  more  rejoice  in  hope. 

cr     3  God  is  my  portion  and  my  joy, 
My  strength  and  my  delight ; 
He  gives  me  counsel  every  day, 
And  sweet  advice  by  night. 

di     4  My  soul  would  all  her  thoughts  approve 

To  his  all-seeing  eye  : 
cr         Not  death  nor  hell  my  hope  shall  move, 


While  such  a  friend  is  nigh. 

FIFTH  PART.    C.  M.— Dunchurch. 
Resurrection  of  Christ. 


16. 

M     i  «  I  SET  the  Lord  before  my  face, 
He  bears  my  courage  up  ; 
My  heart  and  tongue 'their  joys  express; 
My  flesh  shall  rest  in  hope. 

di     2  "  My  spirit,  Lord,  thou  wilt  not  leave 
Where  souls  departed  are; 
Nor  quit  my  body  in  the  grave, 
To  see  corruption  there. 

cr     3  "  Thou  wilt  reveal  the  path  of  life, 
And  raise  me  to  thy  throne ; 

/         Thy  courts  immortal  pleasures  give, 
Thy  presence,  joys  unknown." 

PAUSE. 

'  '    4  Thus  in  the  name  of  Christ,  the  Lord, 
The  holy  David  sung  ; 
And  Providence  fulfils  the  word 
Of  his  prophetic  tongue. 

p      5  Jesus,  whom  every  saint  adores, 

WTas  crucified  and  slain  : 
cr         Behold,  the  tomb  its  prey  restores  J 
f  Behold,  he  lives  again  I 


PSALMS.  : 

vi     6  When  shall  my  feet  arise  and  stand 
On  heaven's  eternal  hills '? 
There  sits  the  Son  at  God's  right  hand 
di  And  there  the  Father  smiles. 

-1  ry  FIRST  PART.     S.  It— Aylesbury 

1   I   i  Portion  of  saints,  and  of  sinners. 

/     1  ARISE,  my  gracious  God, 

And  make  the  wicked  flee  ! 

They  are  but  thy  chastising  rod 

To  drive  thy  saints  to  thee. 

pp    2  Behold,  the  sinner  dies, 
cr  His  haughty  words  are  vain; 

Here  in  this  life  his  pleasure  lies, 
And  all  beyond  is  pain. 

/     3  Then  let  his  pride  advance, 

And  boast  of  all  his  store  , 
d  The  Lord  is  my  inheritance, 

My  soul  can  wish  no  more. 

p     4  1  shall  behold  the  face 

Of  my  forgiving  God, 
cr         And  stand  complete  in  righteousness, 

Wash'd  in  my  Saviour's  blood. 

SECOND  PART.    L.  M.—  Old  Hundred,  ex. 

Portion  of  saints. 

1  LORD,  I  am  thine ;  but  thou  wilt  prove 
My  faith,  my  patience,  and  my  love; 
When  men  of  spite  against  me  join, 
They  are  the  sword,  the  hand  is  thine. 

[2  Their  hope  and  portion  lie  below  : 
;Tis  all  the  happiness  they  know  ; 
'Tis  all  they  seek:  they  take  their  shares, 
And  leave  the  rest  among  their  heirs.] 

'  y  3  What  sinners  value,  I  resign; 

cr        Lord,  'tis  enough  that  thou  art  mine  : 

di        I  shall  behold  thy  blissful  face, 

cr         And  stand  complete  in  righteousness. 

m.p  4  This  life's  a  dream,  an  empty  show; 
cr        But  the  bright  world  to  which  I  go, 
Hath  joys  substantial  and  sincere; 
f        When  shall  I  wake  and  find  me  there  ? 


17. 


& 


PSALMS. 


18 


5  O  glorious  hour  !  O  blest  abode ! 
p         I  shall  be  near,  and  like  my  God  ; 
cr        And  flesh  and  sin  no  more  control 
The  sacred  pleasures  of  the  soul. 

pp    6  My  flesh  shall  slumber  in  the  ground 
cr        'Till  the  last  trumpet's  joyful  sound; 
vi.  f    Then  burst  the  chains,  with  sweet  surprise 
And  in  my  Saviour's  image  rise. 

FIRST  PART.    L.  M.— Luton,  ex. 

Deliverance  from  temptation  and  despair. 

1  THEE  will  I  love,  O  Lord,  my  strength, 
My  rock,  my  tower,  my  high  defence ; 
Thy  mighty  arm  shall  be  my  trust, 
For  I  have  found  salvation  thence. 

ag"N2  Death,  and  the  terrors  of  the  grave, 

Stood  round  me  with  their  dismal  shade; 
While  floods  of  high  temptation  rose, 
And  made  my  sinking  soul  afraid. 

3  I  saw  the  op'ning  gates  of  hell, 

With  endless  pains  and  sorrows  there, 
Which  none,  but  they  that  feel,  can  tell; 
While  I  was  hurried  to  despair. 

p     4  In  my  distress  I  call'd  my  God, 

When  I  could  scarce  believe  him  mine , 
He  bow'd  his  ear  to  my  complaint, 
cr  Then  did  his  grace  appear  divine. 

f     5  My  song  for  ever  shall  record 

That  terrible,  that  joyful  hour; 
And  give  the  glory  to  the  Lord, 
Due  to  his  mercy  and  his  power. 

SECOND  PART.     L.  M.—Uxbriclge. 
Sincerity  rewarded. 

I  LORD,  thou  hast  seen  my  soul  sincere, 
Hast  made  thy  truth  and  love  appear  ; 
Before  mine  eyes  I  set  thy  laws, 
And  thou  hast  own'd  my  righteous  cause. 

[2  Since  I  have  learn'd  thy  holy  ways, 
I've  walk'd  upright  before  thy  face ; 
Or  if  my  feet  did  e'er  depart, 
'Twas  not  with  a  presumptuous  heart  J 


18 


PSA  I.MS.  3j 

r\r    3  What  sore  temptations  broke  my  rest ! 

What  wars  and  strugglings  in  my  breast ! 
But  through  thy  grace  that  reigns  within 
I  guard  against  each  darling  sin. 

1  '     4  The  sin  that  close  besets  me  still, 

That  works  and  strives  against  my  will ; 
When  shall  thy  Spirit's  sovereign  power 
Destroy  it,  that  it  rise  no  more  ? 

5  With  an  impartial  hand,  the  Lord 
Deals  out  to  mortals  their  reward  ; 
The  kind  and  faithful  soul  shall  find 
A  God  more  faithful  and  more  kind. 

6  The  just  and  pure  shall  ever  say 

Thou  art  more  pure,  more  just,  than  they 
/.  ex  But  men  that  love  revenge  shall  know 
God  hath  an  arm  of  vengeance  too. 

I   O  THIRD  PART.     L.  M.— Park-street. 

J-  O*  Rejoicing  in  triumph. 

?  T     1  JUST  are  thy  ways,  and  true  thy  word, 
Great  Rock  of  my  secure  abode; 
Who  is  a  God  besides  the  Lord  ? 
And  where's  a  refuge  like  our  God  1 

2  'Tis  he  that  girds  me  with  his  might, 

Gives  me  his  holy  sword  to  wield, 
And,  while  with  sin  and  hell  I  fight, 
Spreads  his  salvation  for  my  shield. 

3  He  lives,  and  blessed  be  my  Rock, 
er  The  God  of  my  salvation  lives; 

The  dark  designs  of  hell  are  broke  : 
— p  Great  is  the  peace  my  Father  gives. 

FOURTH  PART.     C.  M.— Colchester. 
Victory  over  temporal  enemies. 

WE  love  thee.  Lord,  and  we  adore : 

Now  is  thine  arm  reveaFd  ; 
Thou  art  our  strength,  our  heavenly  tower 

Our  bulwark  and  our  shield. 

We  fly  to  our  eternal  Rock, 

And  find  a  sure  defence  : 
His  holy  name  our  lips  invoke, 

And  draw  salvation  thence. 


18. 


O 


36  PSALMS. 

*  »    3  When  God,  our  leader,  shines  in  arms, 
What  mortal  heart  can  bear 

f.  ex    The  thunder  of  his  loud  alarms, 
The  lightning  of  his  spear? 

vi     4  He  rides  upon  the  winged  wind  ; 
And  angels  in  array, 
In  millions  wait  to  know  his  mind, 
And  swift  as  flames  obey. 

m     5  He  speaks,  and  at  his  fierce  rebuke 
ff  Whole  armies  are  dismay'd  ; 

His  voice,  his  power,  his  angry  look, 
Strike  all  their  courage  dead. 

di     6  Oft  has  the  Lord  whole  nations  bless'd 
For  his  own  children's  sake  ; 
The  powers,  that  give  his  people  rest, 
Shall  of  his  care  partake. 

1  Q  FIFTH  PART.     10's.—  Portsea.     New  50th. 

X  0»  Applied  to  the  American  Revolution. 

M     i  TObless  the  Lord  our  God  in  strains  divine, 
With  thankful  hearts  and  raptur'd  voices 

join: 
To  us  what  wonders  his  right  hand  hath 

shown, 
Mercies   his  chosen  tribes  have  scarcely 

known : 
Like  David  blest,  begin  th'  enraptur'd  song, 
cr        Let  praise  and  joy  awaken  every  tongue. 

/     2  When,  fir'd  to  rage,  against  our  nation  rose 
Chiefs  of  proud  name,  and  bands  of  haughty 

foes, 
He  train'd  our  hosts  to  fight,  with  arms  ar- 
ray'd, 
With  health  invigor'd,  and  with  bounty  fed, 
Gave  us  a  chosen  chief  our  sons  to  guide, 
p         Heard  every  prayer,  and  every  want  sup- 
plied. 

cr  3  No  more  against  our  land  let  strangers  rise, 
To  fade  and  fall  beneath  th'  avenging  skies  : 
Let  the  fierce  legions  yield  to  happier  sway, 
The  groping  savage  hail  the  gospel  day. 
Lowsink  the  proud,  the  men  of  blood  be  slain 
Nor  injur'd  Zion  lift  her  cries  in  vain. 


PSALMS.  37 

cr^i  But  O,  thou  Power  belov'd !    our  shores 
around 

Be  every  virtue,  every  blessing  found  : 
1 1         Here  bid  thy  seasons  crown  the  fruitful  plain; 

Here  bid  fair  peace  extend  her  blissful  reign ; 

Let  laws,  let  justice  hold  perpetual  sway, 

The  soul  unfetter'd  and  the  conscience  free. 

5  With  clearest  splendor,  here,  let  knowledge 
shine, 
Here,  every  glory  beam  from  truth  divine  ; 
di        To  Jesus'  call,  the  soul  obsequious  bend  ; 
Grace  from  thy  Spirit  in  rich  showers  de- 
scend; 
cr      Till  nations  shall  become  thy  bright  abode, 
/       And  boundless  praise  unceasing  rise  to  God. 

Dwight. 
-|   Q  FIRST  PART.     S.  *L—  Watchman. 

\-  *J  »  Language  of  nature  and  the  Bible. 

1  BEHOLD,  the  lofty  sky 

Declares  its  maker,  God  ; 
And  all  the  starry  works  on  high 
Proclaim  his  power  abroad. 

2  The  darkness  and  the  light 

Still  keep  their  course  the  same  ; 
While  night  to  day,  and  day  to  night, 
Divinely  teach  his  name. 

di     3  In  every  diff'rent  land, 

Their  gen'ral  voice  is  known  : 
cr       They  show  the  wonders  of  his  hand, 
And  orders  of  his  throne. 

/    4  Let  Christian  lands  rejoice, 

Where  he  reveals  his  word ; 
They  are  not  left  to  nature's  voice. 
To  bid  them  know  the  Lord. 
1 1    5  His  laws  are  just  and  pure, 
His  truth  without  deceit ; 
His  promises  for  ever  sure, 
And  his  rewards  are  great. 

[6  While  of  thy  works  I  sing. 
Thy  glory  to  proclaim  ; 
Accept  the  praise,  my  God,  my  King 
In  my  Redeemer's  name.] 
4 


38  PSALMS. 

-I  Q  SECOND  PART.    S.  M.— Clapton. 

-L  *J  •  The  Bible— watchfulness,  &c. — for  the  Lord's  day  morning 

1  BEHOLD,  the  morning  sun 

Begins  his  glorious  way  : 
cr        His  beams  through  all  the  nations  run, 
And  life  and  light  convey. 

2  But  where  the  gospel  comes, 

It  spreads  diviner  light : 
f        It  calls  dead  sinners  from  their  tombs, 
And  gives  the  blind  their  sight. 

di     3  How  perfect  is  thy  word. 

And  all  thy  judgments  just ! 
For  ever  sure  thy  promise,  Lord  j 
And  men  securely  trust. 

4  My  gracious  God,  how  plain 

Are  thy  directions  giv'n  ; 
O,  may  I  never  read  in  vain, 
But  find  the  path  to  heav'n. 

PAUSE. 

5  I  hear  thy  word  with  love, 

And  I  would  fain  obey : 
Send  thy  good  Spirit  from  above. 
To  guide  me,  lest  I  stray. 

aff  6  O,  who  can  ever  find 

The  errors  of  his  ways? 
Yet,  with  a  bold  presumptuous  mind,, 
I  would  not  dare  transgress. 

7  Warn  me  of  ev'ry  sin  ; 

p  Forgive  my  secret  faults  : 

And  cleanse  this  guilty  soul  of  mine, 
cr  Whose  crimes  exceed  my  thoughts, 

8  While  with  my  heart  and  tongue 

I  spread  thy  praise  abroad ; 
f       Accept  the  worship  and  the  song, 
My  Saviour  and  my  God. 

rf\  THIRD  PART.     L.  M.—Ilothicell.     Sterling. 

nJ  •      The  book  of  nature  and  the  gospel  compared. 

1  THE  heav'ns  declare  thy  glory,  Lord 
In  ev'ry  star  thy  wisdom  shines  ; 
But.  when  our  eyes  behold  thy  word, 
We  read  thy  name  in  fairer  lines. 


PSALMS  3D 

2  The  rolling  sun,  the  changing  light, 

And  nights  and  days,  thy  power  confess; 
But  the  blest  volume  thou  hast  writ, 
Reveals  thy  justice  and  thy  grace. 

3  Sun,  moon,  and  stars,  convey  thy  praise 

Round  the  whole  earth,  and  never  stand ; 
So  when  thy  truth  began  its  race, 
It  touch'd  and  glanced  on  every  land. 

4  Nor  shall  thy  spreading  gospel  rest, 

Till  through  the  world  thy  truth  has  run  j 
Till  Christ  has  all  the  nations  bless'd, 
That  see  the  light,  or  feel  the  sun. 
f^5  Great  Sun  of  Righteousness,  arise  \ 

Bless  the  dark  world  with  heav'nly  light ! 
Thy  gospel  makes  the  simple  wise, 

Thy  laws  are  pure,  thy  judgments  right. 
6  Thy  noblest  wonders  here  we  view, 
off         In  souls  renew'd,  and  sins  forgiv'n ; 
Lord,  cleanse  my  sins,  my  soul  renew, 
And  make  thy  word  my  guide  to  heav'iL 

-1   Q  FOURTH  PART.    L.  M  — Park-street. 

-3   «-/  •  i    Language  of  the  starry  heavens. 

1  THE  spacious  firmament  on  high, 
With  all  the  blue  ethereal  sky, 
And  spangled  heav'ns,  a  shining  frame, 

er       Their  great  Original  proclaim. 

11  2  Th1  unwearied  sun  from  day  to  day, 
Does  his  Creator's  power  display ; 
And  publishes  to  every  land, 
The  work  of  an  Almighty  hand. 

3  Soon  as  the  evening  shades  prevail, 
The  moon  takes  up  the  wondrous  tale ; 
And  nightly,  to  the  list'ning  earth, 
Repeats  the  story  of  her  birth ; — 

4  While  all  the  stars  that  round  her  burn, 
And  all  the  planets  in  their  turn, 
Confirm  the  tidings  as  they  roll, 

er       And  spread  the  truth  from  pole  to  pole. 

pp  c  What,  though  in  solemn  silence,  all 

Move  round  this  dark  terrestrial  ball — 
What,  though  nor  real  voice  nor  sound. 
Amid  their  radiant  orbs  is  found  ? 


M)  PSALMS. 

cr  6  In  reason's  ear  they  all  rejoice, 
f       And  utter  forth  a  glorious  voice, 
For  ever  singing  as  they  shine, 
"  The  hand  that  made  us  is  divine." 

Addison 


FIFTH  PART.     L.  M.— Sterling. 
Starry  heavens. 


19. 

'  i  1  THY  glory,  Lord,  the  heav'ns  declare, 
The  firmament  displays  thy  skill: 
The  changing  clouds,  the  viewless  air, 
Tempest  and  calm,  thy  word  fulfil. 

p    2  Though  voice  nor  sound  inform  the  ear. 
Well  known  the  language  of  their  song, 
When  one  by  one  the  stars  appear, 
pp         Led  by  the  silent  moon  along. 

f    3  Wak'd  by  thy  touch,  the  morning  sun 

Comes  like  a  bridegroom  from  his  bow'r. 
And  like  a  giant,  glad  to  run 

His  bright  career  with  speed  and  pow'r. 

4  While  these  transporting  beauties  shine, 
Gems  of  the  great  creation's  Lord: 
ff        Glory  eternal,  joy  divine, 

Spring  from  the  treasures  of  thy  word. 

Montgomery. 

-1  Q  SIXTH  PART.    L.  P.  M.— St.  Helen's. 

JL  c/»  The  scriptures. 

11  1  I  LOVE  the  volume  of  thy  word  ; 

What  light  and  joy  those  leaves  afford 

To  souls  benighted  and  distress'd  ! 
Thy  precepts  guide  my  doubtful  way, 
Thy  fear  forbids  my  feet  to  stray, 
Thy  promise  leads  my  heart  to  rest. 

2  From  the  discov'ries  of  thy  law 
The  perfect  rules  of  life  I  draw; 

These  are  my  study  and  delight: 
Not  honey  so  invites  the  taste ; 
Nor  gold  that  hath  the  furnace  pass'd, 
Appears  so  pleasing  to  the  sight. 

f   3  Thy  threat'nings  wake  my  siumb'ring  eyes 
And  warn  me  where  my  danger  lies ; 


PSALMS. 

<H          But  'tis  thy  blessed  gospel,  Lord, 

That  makes  my  guilty  conscience  clean, 
Converts  my  soul,  subdues  my  sin, 
And  gives  a  free  but  large  reward. 

off  4  Who  knows  the  error  of  his  thoughts? 
My  God,  forgive  my  secret  faults, 
And  from  presumptuous  sin  restrain  • 
:r      Accept  my  poor  attempts  to  praise, 
That  I  have  read  thy  book  of  grace, 
And  book  of  nature,  not  in  vain. 


19. 


SEVENTH  PART.     C.  K.—Barly. 

God's  laws  and  statutes,  <fec. 

1  THY  law  is  perfect,  Lord  of  light, 

Thy  testimonies  sure : 
The  statutes  of  thy  realm  are  right, 
And  thy  commandments  pure. 

2  Holy,  inviolate,  thy  fear, 

Enduring  as  thy  throne  ; 
Thy  judgments,  chast'ning  or  severe, 
Justice  and  truth  alone. 

3  Let  these,  O  God,  my  soul  convert, 

And  make  thy  servant  wise  ; 
f       Let  these  be  gladness  to  my  heart, 
The  day-spring  to  mine  eyes. 

off  4  By  these,  may  I  be  warn'd  betimes; 
Who  knows  the  guile  within  ? 
Lord,  save  me  from  presumptuous  crimes 
Cleanse  me  from  secret  sin. 

5  So  may  the  words  my  lips  express, 
The  thoughts  that  throng  my  mind, 
O  Lord,  my  strength  and  righteousness. 
With  thee  acceptance  find. 

Montgomery. 

Qr\  FIRST  PART     L.  M.— Duke-strect. 

£\)  e  Prayer  and  hope  of  victory  in  time  of  defensive  war. 

off   1  NOW  may  the  God  of  pow'r  and  grace 
Attend  his  people's  humble  cry; 
Jehovah  hears  when  Israel  prays, 
And  brings  deliv'rance  from  on  high. 

4* 


«2  TSALMS. 

[2  The  name  of  Jacob's  God  defends 
Better  than  shields  or  brazen  walls  j 
He  from  his  sanctuary  sends 
Succor  and  strength,  when  Zion  calls.1 

3  Well  he  remembers  all  our  sighs. 
His  love  exceeds  our  best  deserts; 
His  love  accepts  the  sacrifice 
Of  humble  groans  and  broken  hearts. 

[4  In  his  salvation  is  our  hope  ; 

And  in  the  name  of  Israel's  God 
Our  troops  shall  lift  their  banners  up, 
While  foes  invade  us  from  abroad.] 

5  Some  trust  in  horses  train'd  for  war, 

And  some  of  chariots  make  their  boast, 
Our  surest  expectations  are 
From  God  who  rules  the  heav'nly  host 

ex  6  O,  save  us,  Lord,  from  slavish  fear ; 

Now  let  our  hopes  be  firm  and  strong: 
Till  thy  salvation  shall  appear, 
f  And  joy  and  triumph  raise  the  song. 


20. 


SECOND  PART.    C.  M.—Dunchurck. 

Christ's  prevailing  intercession. 

1  THE  Lord  unto  thy  prayer  attend, 
In  trouble's  darkest  hour ; 
cr      The  name  of  Jacob's  God  defend 
And  shield  thee  by  his  power. 

f    2  In  thy  salvation  we'll  rejoice, 
And  triumph  in  the  Lord  ; 
For  when  in  prayer  God  hears  thy  voice 
He  will  relief  afford. 

p  H  3  In  chariots  and  on  horses,  some 

For  aid  and  shelter  flee  ; 
/       But  in  thy  name,  O  Lord,  we  come, 

And  will  remember  thee. 

^40  Lord,  to  us  salvation  bring ; 
In  thee  alone  we  trust; 
Hear  us,  O  God,  our  heav'nly  King ; 
Thou  refuge  of  the  just ! 

Wrangham 


r  SAL. MS.  43 

\  1  FIRST  PART.     L.  IT.-  Park-street. 

n*s  JL  •  Christ  exalted  to  the  Kingdom. 

I  I  1  DAVID  rejoie'd  in  God,  his  strength, 

Rais'd  to  the  throne  by  special  grace; 

cr      But  Christ,  the  Son,  appears  at  length, 
Fulfils  the  triumph  and  the  praise. 

/    2  How  great  is  the  Messiah's  joy, 
In  the  salvation  of  thy  hand  ! 
Lord,  thou  hast  rais'd  his  kingdom  high, 
And  giv'n  the  world  to  his  command. 

3  Around  his  sacred  temples  shine 
Th'  Eternal's  uncreated  rays: 
All  power  is  his,  and  grace  divine, 
And  length  of  everlasting  days. 
ex  4  And  as  a  fiery  oven  glows 

With  raging  heat  and  burning  coals ; 

cr      Thy  vengeance  shall  consume  his  foes, 

Thy  wrath  devour  their  guilty  souls. 

r\  -J  SECOND  PART.     C.  M.—  Nek  Cambridge. 

/W  J.  •  Pious  rulers  are  the  care  of  heaven. 

1  OUR  rulers,  Lord,  with  songs  of  praise 

Should  in  thy  strength  rejoice  ; 

And  blest  with  thy  salvation,  raise 

To  heav'n  their  cheerful  voice. 

2  Oh,  let  them  now  on  God  rely, 

For  wisdom  and  for  grace ; 
His  mercy  shall  their  wants  supply, 
And  save  our  happy  race. 

3  Thy  wondrous  power  thou  wilt  declare, 

And  still  exalt  thy  fame  ; 
While  we  glad  songs  of  praise  prepare, 
For  thine  Almighty  name. 

THIRD  PART.    C.  VL—Dunckurch. 

Acknowledgment  of  national  blessings. 

)  IN  thee,  great  God,  with  songs  of  praise} 
Our  favor'd  realms  rejoice; 
And  blest  with  thy  salvation,  raise 
To  heav'n  their  cheerful  voice. 
2  Thy  sure  defence,  from  foes  around, 
Hath  spread  our  rising  name  ; 
And  all  our  feeble  efforts  crown'd 
With  freedom  and  with  fame. 


21 


44  PSALMS. 

off  3  In  deep  distress  our  injur'd  land 
Implor'd  thy  power  to  save; 
For  life  we  pray'd ;  thy  bounteous  hand 
The  timely  blessing  gave. 

cr    4  On  thee,  in  want,  or  wo,  or  pain, 
Our  hearts  alone  rely ; 
Our  rights  thy  mercy  will  maintain, 
And  all  our  wants  supply. 

5  Thus,  Lord,  thy  wondrous  power  declare, 
And  still  exalt  thy  fame  ; 
While  we  glad  songs  of  praise  prepare 
For  thine  Almighty  name. 

Anon. 
Q\Q\  FIRST  PART.    L.  M.— Derby. 

&&•  Christ's  sufferings  and  exaltation. 

off  ]  NOW  let  our  mournful  songs  record 
The  dying  sorrows  of  our  Lord  ; 
When  he  complain'd  in  tears  and  blood, 
As  one  forsaken  of  his  God. 

ex    2  The  Jews  beheld  him  thus  forlorn, 

And  shook  their  heads  and  laugh'd  in  scorn 
"  He  rescu'd  others  from  the  grave, 
Now  let  him  try  himself  to  save." 

3  They  wound  his  head,  his  hands,  his  feet, 
Till  streams  of  blood  each  other  meet: 
By  lot  his  garments  they  divide, 
And  mock  the  pangs  in  which  he  died. 

cr     4  But  God,  his  Father,  heard  his  cry  ; 
/        Rais'd  from  the  dead  he  reigns  on  high  ; 
The  nations  learn  his  righteousness, 
And  humbled  sinners  taste  his  grace. 

SECOND  PART.     C.  M.-  Windsor. 
Same  subject. 

off  1  "  NOW  in  the  hour  of  deep  distress, 
My  God,  support  thy  son  ; 
When  horrors  dark  my  soul  oppress, 
O  leave  me  not  alone  !" 

2  Thus  did  our  suff'ring  Saviour  pray, 
With  mighty  cries  and  tears  ; 
di        God  heard  him  in  that  dreadful  day, 
cr  And  chas'd  away  his  fears. 


22, 


PSALMS. 

vi     3  Great  was  the  vict'ry  of  his  death, 
f  His  throne  exalted  stands  ; 

While  all  the  nations  of  the  earth, 
Shall  bow  to  his  commands. 

M     4  A  num'rous  offspring  must  arise 
From  his  expiring  groans  ; 
They  shall  be  reckon'!  in  his  eyes 
For  daughters  and  for  sons. 

di     5  The  meek  and  humble  soul  shall  see 

His  table  richly  spread  ; 
cr        And  all  that  seek  the  Lord  shall  be 

With  joys  immortal  fed. 

/    6  The  isles  shall  know  the  righteousness 
Of  our  incarnate  God  ; 
And  nations  yet  unborn  possess 
Salvation  in  his  blood. 


23. 


FIRST  PART.    L.  U.—RotkweU. 
God  our  Shepherd. 

1  MY  Shepherd  is  the  living  Lord  ; 

Now  shall  my  wants  be  well  suppli'd; 
His  providence  and  holy  word 
Become  my  safety  and  my  guide. 

2  In  pastures  where  salvation  grows, 

He  makes  me  feed,  he  makes  me  rest ; 
There  living  water  gently  flows, 
And  heav'nly  food  divinely  blest. 

3  My  wand'ring  feet  his  ways  mistake, 

But  he  restores  my  soul  to  peace, 
And  leads  me  for  his  mercy  sake 
In  the  fair  paths  of  righteousness. 

4  Though  I  walk  through  the  gloomy  vale, 
ag  Where  death  and  all  its  terrors  are  ; 

My  heart  wTith  fear  shall  never  fail, 
For  God  my  Shepherd's  with  me  there. 

5  Surely  the  mercies  of  the  Lord 

Attend  his  children  all  their  days  ; 
/        Within  his  courts  I'll  hear  his  word, 
,     I'll  seek  his  face,  I'll  sing  his  praise. 


«S  PSALMS. 

OO  SECOND  PART.    C.  M.— Colchester. 

&tJ*  Same  subject. 

1  MY  Shepherd  will  supply  my  need, 

Jehovah  is  his  name  ; 
In  pastures  fresh  he  makes  me  feed, 
Beside  the  living  stream. 

2  He  brings  my  wand'ring  spirit  back, 

When  I  forsake  his  ways, 
And  leads  me  for  his  mercy  sake, 
In  paths  of  truth  and  grace. 

pp  3  When  I  walk  through  the  shades  of  death, 
cr  Thy  presence  is  my  stay  ; 

A  word  of  thy  supporting  breath 
f  Drives  all  my  fears  away. 

'  J    4  The  sure  provisions  of  my  God 

Attend  me  all  my  days  ; 
"■"*       O,  may  thy  house  be  my  abode, 

And  all  my  work  be  praise. 

*  f    5  There  would  I  find  a  settled  rest, 
(While  others  go  and  come  ;) 

cr       No  more  a  stranger  or  a  guest, 
But  like  a  child  at  home. 

^)  O  THIRD  PART.    S.  M.—Shirland. 

&tJ*  Same  subject. 

'  T    1  THE  Lord  my  shepherd  is, 
I  shall  be  well  supplied  ; 
Since  he  is  mine,  and  I  am  his, 
What  can  I  want  beside  ? 

2  He  leads  me  to  the  place 

Where  heav'nly  pasture  grows; 
Where  living  waters  gently  pass, 
cr  And  full  salvation  flows. 

3  If  e'er  I  go  astray, 

He  doth  my  soul  reclaim . 
He  guides  me  in  his  own  right  way, 
For  his  most  holy  name. 

4  While  he  affords  his  aid, 

I  cannot  yield  to  fear  ; 
di       Though  I  should  walk  through  death's  dark 
shade, 
My  Shepherd's  with  me  there. 


PSALMS,  e 

M    5  In  spite  of  all  my  foes 

Thou  dost  my  table  spread  ; 
My  cup  with  blessings  overflows, 
And  joy  exalts  my  head. 

/    6  The  bounties  of  thy  love, 

Shall  crown  my  foll'wing  days  ; 
Nor  from  thy  house  will  I  remove, 
Nor  cease  to  speak  thy  praise. 

QQ  FOURTH  PART.     P.M.     IPs.— Goshen. 

f^tJ*  Same  subject. 

» '  1  THE  Lord  is  my  Shepherd,  no  want  shall  I 
know, 
I  feed  in  green  pastures,  safe  folded  I  rest ; 
He  leadeth  my  soul  where  the  still  waters  flow, 
Restores    me  when 
when  oppress'd. 

2  Through  the  valley  and  shadow  of  death 

though  I  stray, 
Since  thou  at  my  Guardian,  no  evil  I  fear  ; 
Thy  rod  shall  defend  me,  thy  staff  be  my  stay ; 
No  harm  can  befall,  with  my  comforter  near. 

3  In  the  midst  of  affliction  my  table  is  spread; 

With  blessings  unmeasur'd,  my  cup  run- 
neth o'er, 
With  perfume  and  oil  thou  anointestmy  head, 
r-         O  what  shall  I  ask  of  thy  providence  more  ! 

cr  4  Let  goodness  and  mercy,  my  bountiful  God, 

Still  follow  my  steps,  till  I  meet  thee  above  ; 

I  seek — by  the  path  which  my  forefathers  trod, 

Through   the  land   of  their  sojourn — thy 

kingdom  of  love. 

Montgomery. 


23. 


FIFTH  PART.L.M.  C  lines  -Wesley  Chapel. 
The  Lord  our  Shepherd. 

]   THE  Lord  my  pasture  shall  prepare, 
And  feed  me  with  a  shepherd's  care, 
His  presence  shall  my  wants  supply, 
And  guard  me  with  a  watchful  eye  : 
My  noonday  walks  he  shall  attend, 
And  all  my  midnight  hours  defend. 


23. 


4?  PSA.LMS. 

2  When  on  the  sultry  glebe  I  faint. 
Or  on  the  thirsty  mountain  pant ; 
To  fertile  vales  and  dewy  meads 
My  weary,  wand'ring  steps  he  leads, 
Where  peaceful  rivers,  soft  and  slow, 
Amid  the  verdant  landscape  flow. 

ex  3  Though  in  the  paths  of  death  I  tread, 
With  gloomy  horrors  overspread, 
My  steadfast  heart  shall  fear  no  ill, 

di       For  thou,  O  Lord,  art  with  me  still : 
Thy  friendly  rod  shall  give  me  aid, 
And  guide  me  through  the  dreadful  shade 
4  Though  in  a  bare  and  rugged  way, 
Through  devious  lonely  wilds  I  stray ; 
Thy  presence  shall  my  pains  beguile  : 

cr       The  barren  wilderness  shall  smile, 

f        With  sudden  greens  and  herbage  crown'd 
And  streams  shall  murmur  all  around. 

Addison. 
SIXTH  PART.    7's.— German  Air. 
Same  subject. 

d    1  TO  thy  pastures  fair  and  large, 

Heav'nly  Shepherd,  lead  thy  charge, 
And  my  couch  with  tend'rest  care 
Mid  the  springing  grass  prepare. 

p    2  When  I  faint  with  summer's  heat, 
Thou  shalt  guide  my  weary  feet, 

cr      To  the  streams  that  still  and  sk>w 
Through  the  verdant  meadows  flow. 

3  Safe  the  dreary  vale  I  tread, 

By  the  shades  of  death  o'erspread, 
With  thy  rod  and  staff  supplied  ; 
As  my  guardian  and  my  guide. 

4  Constant  to  my  latest  end, 
Thou  my  footsteps  shalt  attend  ; 

'*s    And  shalt  bid  thy  hallow'd  dome 
Yield  me  an  eternal  home. 

Anon 
FIRST  PART.    C.  M.— Arlington. 

Dwelling  with  God. 

H     1  THE  earth  for  ever  is  the  Lord's, 
And  all  that  is  therein  ; 
He  founded  it  upon  the  floods, 
And  rules  the  raging  main. 


24. 


PSALM3.  « 

2  But  who  among  the  sons  of  men, 

May  visit  thine  abode? 
He  that  hath  hands  from  mischief  clean  j 
Whose  heart  is  right  with  God. 

3  This  is  the  man  may  rise  and  take 

The  blessings  of  his  grace: 
This  is  the  lot  of  those  that  seek 

The  God  of  Jacob's  face. 
rr"^4  Oh,  let  our  soul's  immortal  powers, 

To  meet  the  Lord  prepare, 
Who  enter'd  heav'ns  eternal  doors, 

And  reigns  in  glory  there. 
/     5  The  King  of  Glory  !  who  can  tell 

The  wonders  of  his  might? 
He  rules  the  nations  ;  but  to  dwell 

With  saints  is  his  delight. 

Qyj  SECOND  PART.     L.  M.— Park-street. 

&^J»  Saints  to  dwell  in  heaven,  where  Christ  has  ascended. 

I  I  1  THE  spacious  earth  is  all  the  Lord's, 

And  men  and  worms  and  beasts  and  birds: 
He  rais'd  the  building  on  the  seas, 
And  gave  it  for  their  dwelling  place. 

cr  2  But  there's  a  brighter  world  on  high, 
Thy  palace,  Lord,  above  the  sky; 
Who  shall  ascend  that  blest  abode, 
And  dwell  so  near  his  Maker,  God  ? 

ii  3  He  that  abhors  and  fears  to  sin, 

Whose  heart  is  pure,  whose  hands  are  clean, 
Him  shall  the  Lord  the  Saviour  bless, 
And  clothe  his  soul  with  righteousness. 

4  These  are  the  men,  the  pious  race, 
That  seek  the  God  of  Jacob's  face; 
These  shall  enjoy  the  blissful  sight, 
And  dwell  in  everlasting  light. 

f   5  Rejoice,  ye  shining  worlds  on  high, 
ex      Behold  the  King  of  Glory  nigh! 
Who  can  this  King  of  Glory  be  ? 
The  Lord  of  might  and  majesty  ! 
6  Rais'd  from  the  dead,  he  goes  before 
To  open  heaven's  eternal  door ; 
To  give  his  saints  a  blest  abode 
Near  their  Redeemer,  and  their  God. 
5 


U)  PSALMS. 

pyj  THIRD  PART.    L.  M.— Park-street. 

/W~rU  Triumphant  ascension  of  Christ. 

1  OUR  Lord  is  risen  from  the  dead, 
Our  Jesus  is  gone  up  on  high  ; 
ex      The  pow'rs  of  hell  are  captive  led, 
Dragg'd  to  the  portals  of  the  sky. 

/t?2  Lo!  his  triumphal  chariot  waits, 

And  angels  chant  the  solemn  lay, 

cr      Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  heav'nly  gates. 
Ye  everlasting  doors,  give  way ! 

m^^3  Loose  all  your  bars  of  massy  light, 
f  And  wide  unfold  th'  ethereal  scene : 

He  claims  these  mansions  as  his  right ; 
Receive  the  King  of  Glory  in. 

p   4  "Who  is  the  King  of  Glory— who?" 
cr  The  Lord  that  all  his  foes  o'ercame, 

The  world,  sin,  death,  and  hell  o'erthrew,, 
— di        And  Jesus  is  the  conq'ror's  name. 

ff   5  Lo !  his  triumphal  chariot  waits, 

And  angels  chant  the  solemn  lay  ; 
Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  heav'nly  gates, 
Ye  everlasting  doors,  give  way  ! 

p    6  «  Who  is  the  King  of  Glory— who  V- 

f  The  Lord  of  boundless  pow'r  possess'd, 

The  King  of  saints  and  angels  too, 
ff  God  over  all,  for  ever  blest. 

Wesley. 

24. 

f     1  "  WIDE,  ye  heav'nly  gates,  unfold, 
Clos'd  no  more  by  death  and  sin; 
cr      Now  the  conq'ring  Lord  behold, 

Let  the  King  of  Glory  in:" 
p        Hark,  th'  angelic  host  inquire, 
cr  "  Who  is  he,  th'  Almighty  King?" 

p        Hark,  again  the  answering  choir, 
Thus  in  strains  of  triumph  sing: 

/   2  "  He  whose  powerful  arm  alone, 
On  his  foes  destruction  hurl'd, 
He  who  hath  the  victory  won, 
He  who  sav'd  a  ruin'd  world, 


FOURTH  PART.     Ts.—Benevento. 
Christ's  Ascension. 


25. 


PSALMS. 

He  who  God's  pure  law  fulfill'd, 

Jesus  the  Incarnate  Word, 
He  whose  truth  with  blood  was  seal'd, 

He  is  heaven's  all  glorious  Lord." 

"  Who  shall  to  this  blest  abode, 

Follow  in  the  Saviour's  train?" 
"  They  who  in  his  cleansing  blood, 

Wash  away  each  guilty  stain  ; 
They  whose  daily  actions  prove, 

Steadfast  faith,  and  holy  fear, 
Fervent  zeal  and  grateful  love  ; 

They  shall  dwell  for  ever  here." 

Spirit  of  the  Psalma. 

FIRST  PART.     S.  M.— St.  Bridges.    Aylesbury. 
Waiting  for  pardon  and  direction. 

1  I  LIFT  my  soul  to  God, 
My  trust  is  in  his  name, 
Let  not  my  foes,  that  seek  my  blood, 
Still  triumph  in  my  shame. 

cr  2  Sin  and  the  pow'rs  of  hell. 

Would  tempt  me  to  despair: 
Lord,  make  me  know  thy  cov'nant  well, 
That  I  may  'scape  the  snare. 

«xi  3  From  the  first  dawning  light 
Till  the  dark  evening  rise, 
For  thy  salvation,  Lord,  I  wait 
With  ever  longing  eyes. 

4  Remember  all  thy  grace, 

And  lead  me  in  thy  truth i 
Forgive  the  sin«  of  riper  days, 
And  follies  of  my  youth. 

5  The  Lord  is  just  and  kind, 

The  meek  shall  learn  his  ways: 
And  every  humble  sinner  find 
The  riches  of  his  grace. 

cr  6  For  his  own  goodness'  sake 

He  saves  my  soul  from  shame; 
He  pardons  (though  my  guilt  be  great 
Through  my  Redeemer's  name. 


25. 


PSALMS. 

SECOND  PART.    S.  M—  Psalm  25. 

Divine  instruction. 


1  WHERE  shall  the  man  be  found 

That  fears  t'  offend  his  God, 
cr      That  loves  the  gospel's  joyful  sound, 
di  And  trembles  at  the  rod  ? 

2  The  Lord  shall  make  him  know 

The  secrets  of  his  heart: 
The  wonders  of  his  cov'nant  show, 
And  all  his  love  impart. 

3  The  dealings  of  his  hand 

Are  truth  and  mercy  still, 
With  such  as  in  his  cov'nant  stand, 
And  love  to  do  his  will. 

4  Their  souls  shall  dwell  at  ease 

Before  their  Maker's  face, 
cr       Their  seed  shall  taste  the  promises 
In  their  extensive  grace. 

Qpf  THIRD  PART.     S.  M.— St.  Giles. 

&tJ  •      Distress  of  soul :  or,  backsliding  and  desertion. 

1  MINE  eyes  and  my  desire 
Are  ever  to  the  Lord ; 
I  love  to  plead  his  promises, 
And  rest  upon  his  word. 

mT^2  Turn,  turn  thee  to  my  soul, 
Bring  thy  salvation  near; 
When  will  thy  hand  release  my  feet 
Out  of  the  deadly  snare? 

M   3  When  shall  the  sovereign  grace 
Of  my  forgiving  God, 
Restore  me  from  those  dang'rous  ways 
My  wand'ring  feet  have  trod  ? 

[4  The  tumult  of  my  thoughts 
Doth  but  enlarge  my  wo ; 
My  spirit  languishes ;  my  heart 
Is  desolate  and  low. 

[5  With  every  morning  light, 
My  grief  anew  begins ; 
Look  on  my  anguish  and  my  pain, 
And  pardon  all  my  sins.] 


25. 


PSALMS.  ( 

wT*  6  O  keep  my  soul  from  death, 

Nor  put  my  hope  to  shame ; 
For  I  have  plac'd  my  only  trust 
In  my  Redeemer's  name. 

cr  [7  With  humble  faith  I  wait 
To  see  thy  face  again  ; 
Of  Israel  it  shall  ne'er  be  said, 
He  sought  the  Lord  in  vain.] 

FOURTH  PART.     S.  M.—  Watchman. 
Mercy  to  the  faithful. 

1  TO  God,  in  whom  I  trust, 

I  lift  my  heart  and  voice ; 
O !  let  me  not  be  put  to  shame, 
Nor  let  my  foes  rejoice. 

2  Thy  mercies  and  thy  love, 

O  Lord,  recall  to  mind  ; 

And  graciously  continue  still, 

As  thou  wert  ever  kind. 

3  Let  all  my  youthful  crimes 

Be  blotted  out  by  thee  ; 
nff     And  oh,  for  thy  great  goodness'  sake. 
In  mercy  think  on  me. 

ri  4  His  mercy  and  his  truth 

The  righteous  Lord  displays; 
In  bringing  wand'ring  sinners  home 
And  teaching  them  his  ways. 

Tate  #  Brady 
Qn  FIRST  PART.    L.  XL-Luton. 

i^syJa  Conscious  integrity. 

1  JUDGE  me,  O  Lord,  and  prove  my  ways 

And  try  my  reins,  and  try  my  heart ; 
My  faith  upon  thy  promise  stays, 
Nor  from  thy  law,  my  feet  depart. 

2  Among  thy  saints  will  I  appear, 

Array'd  in  robes  of  innocence; 
But,  when  I  stand  before  thy  bar, 
The  blood  of  Christ  is  my  defence. 

<:/•  3  I  love  thy  habitation,  Lord, 

The  temple  where  thine  honors  dwell ; 
There  shall  I  hear  thy  holy  word, 
And  there  thy  works  of  wonder  tell. 
5* 


M  PSALMS. 

off '4  Let  not  my  soul  be  join'd  at  last 

With  men  of  treachery  and  blood; 
Since  I  my  days  on  earth  have  past 
Among  the  saints  and  near  my  God. 

Q  /-»  SECOND  PART.     Vs.— German  Hymn. 

/&\J»  Going  to  the  place  of  worship. 

p  1  SEARCH  my  heart,  my  actions  prove, 
Try  my  inmost  thoughts  that  rise, 
For  thy  kindness  and  thy  love 
Ever  are  before  mine  eyes. 

cr  2  I  have  lov'd  the  hallo w'd  place 

Where  thine  honor  doth  abide ; 
To  the  temple  of  thy  grace 
Still  my  erring  footsteps  guide. 

di  3  Keep  my  soul  from  all  offence ; 
All  my  supplications  hear; 
Bid  me  walk  in  innocence; 
Let  me,  Lord,  thy  mercy  share. 

4  In  thy  worship  I  delight ; 
cr  In  thy  house  my  voice  I'll  raise, 

With  thy  saints  before  thy  sight, 
f  In  unceasing  hymns  of  praise. 

Wrangham 
QrJ  FIRST  PART.     C.  M.—Barby. 

&  I  •  The  church  our  delight  and  safety. 

vi      1  THE  Lord  of  glory  is  my  light 
And  my  salvation  too  ; 
God  is  my  strength,  nor  will  I  fear 
What  all  my  foes  can  do. 

f  I    2  One  privilege  my  heart  desires: 
O,  grant  me  mine  abode 
Among  the  churches  of  thy  saints, 
The  temples  of  my  God  ! 

3  There  shall  I  offer  my  requests, 
And  see  thy  beauty  still ; 
Shall  hear  thy  messages  of  love, 
And  there  inquire  thy  will. 

f.  ex  4  When  troubles  rise  and  storms  appear5 
There  may  his  children  hide  ; 
God  has  a  strong  pavilion  where 
di  He  makes  my  soul  abide. 


P8ALMB.  X- 

cr    5  Now  shall  my  head  be  lifted  high 

Above  my  foes  around  ; 
ff         And  songs  of  joy  and  victory 

Within  thy  temple  sound. 

Qrv  SECOND  PART.    C.  M.—  Wareham. 

*  4  •  Prayer  and  hope. 

»  T    1  SOON  as  I  heard  my  Father  say, 
"  Ye  children,  seek  my  grace," 
My  heart  replied  without  delay, 
"I'll  seek  my  Father's  face." 

p    2  Let  not  thy  face  be  hid  from  me, 

Nor  frown  my  soul  away  ; 
/        God  of  my  life,  I  fly  to  thee, 

In  a  distressing  day. 

di  3  Should  friends  and  kindred  near  and  dear 
Leave  me  to  want  or  die  ; 
My  God  would  make  my  life  his  care, 
And  all  my  need  supply. 

p    4  My  fainting  flesh  had  died  with  grief, 
cr  Had  not  my  soul  believ'd 

That  grace  would  soon  provide  relief* 
Nor  was  my  hope  deceiv'd. 

vi./5  Wait  on  the  Lord,  ye  trembling  saints, 
And  keep  your  courage  up  ; 
He'll  raise  your  spirit  when  it  faints, 
And  far  exceed  your  hope. 

THIRD  PART.     C.  M.— Chester.    Fabius. 
God's  sanctuary  a  refuge. 

1  GRANT  me  within  thy  courts  a  place, 

Among  thy  saints  a  seat, 

For  ever  to  behold  thy  face, 

And  worship  at  thy  feet. 

2  In  thy  pavilion  to  abide, 

When  storms  of  trouble  blow; 
And  in  thy  tabernacle  hide, 
Secure  from  every  foe. 

aff  3  O  leave  me  not  when  griefs  assail, 

And  earthly  comforts  flee  ; 
**"*       Should  father,  mother,  kindred  fail, 
cr  My  God,  remember  me. 


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66  PSALMS 

vi  4  Wait  on  the  Lord,  with  courage  wait ; 
My  soul,  disdain  to  fear  : 
The  righteous  Judge  is  at  the  gate, 
And  thy  redemption  near. 

Montgomery 

QrJ  FOURTH  PART.    Ts.—Benevento.    ex. 

&  I  •  God  the  orphan's  hope. 

1  WHEN  my  cries  ascend  to  thee, 
Hear,  Jehovah,  from  afar  ; 
Let  thy  tender  mercies  be 

Still  propitious  to  my  prayer. 
When  thou  bad'st  me  seek  thy  face, 
vi  Quickly  did  my  heart  reply, 

Resting  on  thy  word  of  grace, 

"  Thee  I'll  seek,  O  Lord  most  high." 

aff  2  Should  the  world  deceitful  prove, 
And  no  more  its  help  I  share ; 
Should  I  lose  a  father's  love, 
And  a  mother's  tender  care  ; 
vi       Then  Jehovah's  guardian  eye, 

Shall  my  orphan  state  defend ; 
Shall  a  parent's  place  supply, 
Be  my  guardian,  father,  friend. 

Pratt's  Colt 


27. 


FIFTH  PART.     7's  and  6's.  P.— Missionary  H. 
Strength  in  God. 


/Ml  God  is  my  strong  salvation, 
What  foe  have  I  to  fear  ? 
In  darkness  and  temptation, 
My  light,  my  help  is  near : 
ag        Though  hosts  encamp  around  me, 
Firm  to  the  fight  I  stand  ; 
What  terror  can  confound  me, 
With  God  at  my  right  hand  ? 

2  Place  on  the  Lord  reliance, 
My  soul,  with  courage  wait ; 
His  truth  be  thine  affiance, 
di  When  faint  and  desolate  ; 

cr        His  might  thy  heart  shall  strengthen, 
His  love,  thy  joy  increase; 
Mercy  thy  days  shall  lengthen, 
di  The  Lord  will  give  thee  peace. 

Montgomery. 


28. 


PSALMS.  G7 

FIRST  PART.     L.  M. —  Vernon. 
Prayer  and  deliverance  from  temptation. 

a/   1  TO  thee,  O  Lord,  I  raise  my  cries, 
My  fervent  prayer  in  mercy  hear ; 
For  ruin  waits  my  trembling  soul. 
If  thou  refuse  a  gracious  ear. 

»  f  2  While  suppliant  tow'rd  thy  holy  hill 
I  lift  my  feeble  hands  to  pray, 
Afford  thy  grace,  nor  drive  me  still 
With  impious  hypocrites  away. 

[3  To  sons  of  falsehood,  that  despise 

The  works  and  wonders  of  thy  reign, 
Thy  justice  gives  the  due  reward, 
And  sinks  their  souls  to  endless  pain. J 

vi  4  For  ever  blessed  be  the  Lord, 

Whose  mercy  hears  my  mournful  voice ; 
My  heart,  that  trusted  in  his  word, 
In  his  salvation  shall  rejoice. 

di  5  Let  every  saint  in  sore  distress, 

By  faith  approach  his  Saviour  God ; 
Then  grant,  O  Lord,  thy  pard'ning  grace, 
And  feed  thy  church  with  heawnly  food. 

Anon 
QQ  SECOND  PART.     C.  M.— Rochester,    ex. 

^O*  Prayer  and  praise  for  deliverance  from  evil  companions 

aff  1  TO  thee,  my  King,  my  God  of  grace, 
I  lift  my  humble  cry  ; 
Let  not  my  poor  desponding  soul 
With  impious  wretches  die. 

[2  With  peaceful  lips  and  fro  ward  heart 
They  charm  the  wretch  astray  ; 
And  lure  his  heedless  feet  to  death, 
Along  the  flowery  way.] 

p  M  3  For  me  they  dug  the  secret  pit, 
And  form'd  the  hidden  snare; 
Thoughtless,  I  followed  where  they  led, 
Nor  saw  destruction  near. 

f    4  He  broke  the  charm  that  drew  my  feet 

To  darkness  and  the  dead; 
cr       From  lips  profane,  and  tongues  impure, 

With  trembling  steps  I  fled. 


S3  PSALMS. 

ex    5  My  heart  with  agonizing  prayer 
Besought  the  Lord  to  save  : 
Unseen  he  seiz'd  my  trembling  hand 
And  brought  me  from  the  grave. 

vi     6  Homeward  I  flew  to  find  my  God, 

And  seek  his  face  divine  ; 
f        Restor'd  to  peace,  to  hope,  to  life, 
To  Zion's  friends  and  mine. 

7  My  lips  thy  wond'rous  works  shall  sing, 
My  heart  adore  thy  grace : 
Henceforth,  be  love  my  sweet  employ, 
And  all  my  pleasure  praise. 

Dwight. 


29, 


FIRST  PART.     L.  M.— Luther's  Hymn.  Park-street. 
Ascriptions  of  honor  and  glory. 


vi.fl  GIVE  to  the  Lord,  ye  sons  of  fame, 

Give  to  the  Lord  renown  and  power, 
Ascribe  due  honors  to  his  name, 
And  his  eternal  might  adore. 

2  The  Lord  proclaims  his  power  aloud, 
Over  the  ocean  and  the  land  ; 
His  voice  divides  the  watery  cloud, 
cr  And  lightnings  blaze  at  his  command. 

di-crS  He  speaks — and  tempest,  hail,  and  wind, 
Lay  the  wide  forest  bare  around  ; 
The  fearful  hart  and  frighted  hind, 
Leap  at  the  terror  of  the  sound. 

4  To  Lebanon  he  turns  his  voice, 
w  --^        And  lo  !  the  stately  cedars  break  ; 
ff       The  mountains  tremble  at  the  noise  ; 

The  valleys  roar;  the  deserts  quake. 

di     5  The  Lord  sits  sovereign  on  the  flood  : 
The  thund'rer  reigns  for  ever  king; 
But  makes  his  church  his  blest  sabode, 
Where  we  his  awful  glories  sing. 

p     C  In  gentler  language,  then  the  Lord 

The  counsel  of  his  grace  imparts  ; 
cr       Amid  the  raging  storm,  his  word 
di  Speaks  peace  and  courage  to  our  hearts. 


FSAI.MS.  69 

QQ  SECOND  PART.     ll's. — Gos/ien 

/£>*J»  Same  subject. 

vif  1  GIVE  glory  to  God  in  the  highest;  give 
praise, 
Ye  noble,  ye  mighty,  with  joyful  accord  ; 
All- wise  are  his  counsels,  all-perfect  his  ways, 
In  the  beauty  of  holiness  worship  the  Lord. 
di  n  2  The  voice  of  the  Lord  on  the  ocean  is  k  no  wn. 
The  God  of  eternity  thund'reth  abroad; 
The  voice  of  the  Lord  from  the  depth  of  his 
throne, 
Is  terror  and  power,  all  nature  is  awed. 
-cr  3  At  the  voice  of  the  Lord,  the  tall  cedars  are 
bow'd. 
And  towers  from  their  base  into  ruin  are 
hurl'd  ; 
di  The  voice  of  the  Lord  from  the  dark-bosom'd 

cloud, 
cr       Dissevers  the  lightning  in  flames  o'er  the 

world. 
p    4  The  voice  of  the  Lord,  through  the  calm 
of  the  wood, 
Awakens  its  echoes,  strikes  light  through  the 
caves ; 
cr    The  Lord  sitteth  King  on  the  turbulent  flood  ; 
The  winds  are  his  servants,  his  servants  the 
waves. 
M    5  The  Lord  is  the  strength  of  his  people ;  the 
Lord 
Gives  health  to  his  chosen,  and  peace  ever- 
more ; 
/    Then  throng  to  his  temple,  his  glory  record ; 
m-p     But  oh  !  when  he  speaketh — in  silence  adore. 

Montgomery 
Of\  FIRST  PART.     L.  M.—Rothwell. 

0\_/»  Sickness  healed  and  sorrows  removed.' 

1  I  WILL  extol  thee,  Lord  on  high, 
At  thy  command  diseases  fly  ; 
Who  but  a  God  can  speak,  and  save 

p         From  the  dark  borders  of  the  grave? 

/    2  Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  saints,  and  prove 
How  large  his  grace,  how  kind  his  love; 
Let  all  your  powers  rejoice,  and  trace 
The  wondrous  records  of  his  grace. 


60  PSALMS. 

p-^  3  His  anger  but  a  moment  stays  ; 

cr        His  love  is  life  and  length  of  days  : 

p  Though  grief  and  tears  the  night  employ, 

f        The  morning  star  restores  the  joy. 

*\f\  SECOND  PART.     L.  M  —  Luton.     Quito. 

tJ\J»  Health,  sickness,  and  recovery. 

'  I    1  FIRM  was  my  health  ;  my  day  was  bright  ; 
And  I  presum'd  'twould  ne'er  be  night: 
Fondly  I  said  within  my  heart, 
Pleasure  and  peace  shall  ne'er  depart. 

2  But  I  forgot  thine  arm  was  strong, 

Which  made  my  mountain  stand  so  long ; 
di         Soon  as  thy  face  began  to  hide, 
— pp    My  health  was  gone,  my  comforts  died. 

f.exZ  I  cried  aloud  to  thee,  my  God, 

"  What  canst  thou  profit  by  my  blood  ? 

di        Deep  in  the  dust,  can  I  declare 

Thy  truth,  or  sing  thy  goodness  there  ? 

aff  4  "  Hear  me,  O  God  of  grace,"  I  said, 

"  And  bring  me  from  among  the  dead  f1 

cr        Thy  word  rebuk'd  the  pains  I  felt, 

Thy  pard'ning  love  remov'd  my  guilt. 

5  My  groans,  and  tears,  and  forms  of  wo, 
vi        Are  turn'd  to  joy  and  praises  now  ; 
I  throw  my  sackcloth  on  the  ground, 
And  ease  and  gladness  gird  me  round. 

/    6  My  tongue,  the  glory  of  my  frame, 
Shall  ne'er  be  silent  of  thy  name  ; 
Thy  praise  shall  sound  through  earth  and 

heav'n, 
For  sickness  heal'd,  and  sins  forgiv'n. 

Q1  FIRST  PART.     C.  M.—  Windsor. 

O  J.  •  Deliverance  from  death. 

1  INTO  thy  hand,  O  God  of  truth, 

My  spirit  I  commit ; 
Thou  hast  redeem'd  my  soul  from  death, 
And  sav'd  me  from  the  pit. 

2  The  passions  of  my  hope  and  fear 

Maintain'd  a  doubtful  strife; 
While  sorrow,  pain,  and  sin  conspir'd 
To  take  away  my  life. 


PSALMS. 

f  I    3  "  My  times  are  in  thy  hand,"  I  cried, 

"Though  I  draw  near  the  dust;" 
cr        Thou  art  the  refuge  where  I  hide, 
The  God  in  whom  I  trust. 

<~s    4  O  make  thy  reconciled  face 
Upon  thy  servant  shine  ; 
And  save  me  for  thy  mercy's  sake 
For  I'm  entirely  thine. 

PAUSE. 

1 1    5  'Twas  in  my  haste  my  spirit  said, 
"  1  must  despair  and  die  ; 
I  am  cut  off  before  thine  eyes:" 
But  thou  hast  heard  my  cry. 

cr     6  Thy  goodness,  how  divinely  free  ! 
How  wondrous  is  thy  grace 
To  those  who  fear  thy  majesty, 
And  trust  thy  promises  ? 

7  O  love  the  Lord,  all  ye  his  saints, 
/  And  sing  his  praises  loud  ; 

di        He'll  bend  his  ear  to  your  complaints, 
cr  And  recompense  the  proud. 


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SECOND  PART.     C.  M.-Barby. 
Deliverance  from  slander  and  reproach. 

1  MY  heart  rejoices  in  thy  name, 
My  God,  my  help,  my  trust ; 
Thou  hast  preserv'd  my  face  from  shame, 
Mine  honor  from  the  dust. 

di    2  "  My  life  is  spent  with  grief,"  I  cried, 
"My  years  consum'd  in  groans; 
My  strength  decays,  mine  eyes  are  dried, 
And  sorrow  wastes  my  bones." 

M    3  Among  mine  enemies,  my  name 
Was  a  vile  proverb  grown  ; 
While  to  my  neighbors  I  became 
Forgotten  and  unknown. 

4  Slander  and  fear  on  every  side 
Seiz'd  and  beset  me  round  ; 
I  to  the  throne  of  grace  applied, 
And  speedy  rescue  found. 
6 


62  PSALMS. 

PAUSE. 

cr    5  How  great  deliv'rance  thcu  hast  wrought 
Before  the  sons  of  men ! 
The  lying  lips  to  silence  brought, 
And  made  their  boastings  vain. 

6  Thy  children,  from  the  strife  of  tongues 

In  thy  pavilion  hide  : 
Guard  them  from  infamy  and  wrongs, 
And  from  the  sons  of  pride. 

7  Within  thy  secret  presence,  Lord, 

Let  me  for  ever  dwell ; 
No  fenced  city,  wall'd  and  barr'd, 
Secures  a  saint  so  well. 

QQ         FIRST  PART.     S.  M.— Clapton.     Watchman. 
tJ/&  •  Confession  and  forgiveness. 

off  1  O  BLESSED  souls  are  they, 

Whose  sins  are  cover'd  o'er ! 

Divinely  blest,  to  whom  the  Lord 

Imputes  their  guilt  no  more. 

2  They  mourn  their  follies  past, 

And  keep  their  hearts  with  care  j 
Their  lips  and  lives  without  deceit, 
Shall  prove  their  faith  sincere. 

p     3  While  I  conceal'd  my  guilt, 
I  felt  the  fest'ring  wound  : 
cr        Till  I  confess'd  my  sins  to  thee, 
di  And  ready  pardon  found. 

4  Let  sinners  learn  to  pray, 
cr  Let  saints  keep  near  the  throne  ; 

Our  help,  in  times  of  deep  distress, 
Is  found  in  God  alone. 


32. 


SECOND  PART.     C.  M.— Colchester. 
Pardon  and  sincere  obedience. 

1  HAPPY  the  man  to  whom  his  God 
No  more  imputes  his  sin  ; 
But,  wash'd  in  the  Redeemer's  blood, 
Hath  made  his  garments  clean. 

cr    2  Happy  beyond  expression,  he 

Whose  debts  are  thus  discharg'd; 
And  from  the  guilty  bondage  free, 
He  feels  his  soul  enlarg'd. 


32, 


PSALMS.  o3 

3  His  spirit  hates  deceit  and  lies, 
His  words  are  all  sincere  ; 
He  guards  his  heart,  he  guards  his  eyes, 
To  keep  his  conscience  clear. 

pp    4  While  I  my  inward  guilt  suppress'd, 

No  quiet  could  I  find  ; 
ag       Thy  wrath  lay  burning  in  my  breast, 

And  rack'd  my  tortur'd  mind. 

• '    5  Then  I  confess'd  my  troubled  thoughts 
My  secret  sins  reveal'd ; 
Thy  pard'ning  grace  forgave  my  faults 
Thy  grace  my  pardon  seal'd. 

cr    6  This  shall  invite  thy  saints  to  pray: 
f  When  like  a  raging  flood 

Temptations  rise,  our  strength  and  stay 
di  Is  a  forgiving  God. 

THIRD  PART.     L.  M.— Repose. 
Same  subject. 

1  BLEST  is  the  man,  for  ever  blest, 

Whose  guilt  is  pardon'd  by  his  God  ; 
Whose  sins  with  sorrow  are  confess'd, 
And  cover'd  with  his  Saviour's  blood. 

2  Blest  is  the  man  to  whom  the  Lord 

"  Imputeth  not  iniquities  :" 
He  pleads  no  merit  of  reward, 
And  not  on  works  but  grace  relies. 

3  From  guile  his  lips  and  heart  are  free ; 

His  humble  joy,  his  holy  fear, 
With  deep  repentance  well  agree, 
And  join  to  prove  his  faith  sincere. 

cr    4  How  glorious  is  that  righteousness 

That  hides  and  cancels  all  his  sins  ! 
While  a  bright  evidence  of  grace, 
Through  his  whole  life  appears  and  shine. 

FOURTH  PART.    L.  M.— Darwen.     Quito. 
Confession  and  pardon. 

off  1  WHILE  I  keep  silence,  and  conceal 
My  heavy  guilt  within  my  heart, 
What  torments  doth  my  conscience  feel ! 
What  agonies  of  inward  smart ! 


32. 


54  PSALMS. 

2  T  spread  my  sins  before  the  Lord, 

And  all  my  secret  faults  confess: 

Thy  gospel  speaks  a  pard'ning  word, 

Thy  Holy  Spirit  seals  the  grace. 

3  For  this  shall  every  humble  soul 

Make  swift  addresses  at  thy  feet : 
cr        When  floods  of  huge  temptation  roll- 
di  There  shall  they  find  a  blest  retreat. 

p     4  How  safe  beneath  thy  wings  I  lie, 

ex  When  days  grow  dark  and  storms  appear  1 

cr        And  when  I  walk,  thy  watchful  eye 

Shall  guide  me  safe  from  every  snare. 


33. 


FIRST  PART.    C.  M.— New  Cambridge. 
Works  of  creation  and  providence. 

1  REJOICE,  ye  righteous,  in  the  Lord : 

This  work  belongs  to  you  : 
Sing  of  his  name,  his  ways,  his  word, 
How  holy,  just,  and  true. 

2  His  works  of  nature  and  of  grace 

Reveal  his  wondrous  name  : 
His  mercy  and  his  righteousness 
cr  Let  heav'n  and  earth  proclaim. 

!  f    3  His  wisdom  and  Almighty  word 
The  heav'nly  arches  spread  ; 
And  by  the  spirit  of  the  Lord 
Their  shining  hosts  were  made. 

4  He  bade  the  liquid  waters  flow 

To  their  appointed  deep  : 
The  flowing  seas  their  limits  know, 
And  their  own  station  keep. 

5  Ye  tenants  of  the  spacious  earth, 

With  fear  before  him  stand  ! 
He  spake,  and  nature  took  its  birth, 
And  rests  on  his  command. 

J    6  He  scorns  the  angry  nations'  rage, 
And  breaks  their  vain  designs  : 
His  counsel  stands  through  every  age, 
And  in  full  glory  shines. 


33. 


PSALMS.  i 

SECOND  PART.     C.  H.—Colchetter. 

God  blesses  the  nation. 

1  BLEST  is  the  nation  where  the  Lord 

Hath  fix'd  his  gracious  throne ; 
Where  he  reveals  his  heav'nly  word, 
And  calls  their  tribes  his  own. 

2  His  eyes,  with  infinite  survey, 

The  spacious  earth  behold  : 
He  form'd  us  all  of  equal  clay, 
And  knows  our  feeble  mould. 
[3  Kings  are  not  rescu'd  by  the  pow'r 
Of  armies  from  the  grave ; 
Vain  is  the  conflict  of  the  hour, 
Except  the  Lord  will  save.] 

p     4  God  is  our  fear,  and  God  our  trust, 

When  plagues  and  famine  spread ; 
ex      His  watchful  eye  secures  the  just, 

Amid  ten  thousand  dead. 
f    5  Lord,  let  our  hearts  in  thee  rejoice, 

Now  bless  us  from  thy  throne  ; 
For  we  have  made  thy  word  our  choice, 

We  trust  thy  grace  alone. 

*)  Q       THIRD  PART.     L.  P.  M.— St.  Helen's.     Newcourt. 
*J*J  •  Works  of  creation  and  providence. 

vi.fl  YE  holy  souls,  in  God  rejoice, 

Your  Maker's  praise  becomes  your  voice  ; 
Great  is  your  theme,  your  songs  be  new ; 
l  l     Sing  of  his  name,  his  word,  his  ways, 
His  works  of  nature  and  of  grace, 
How  wise  and  holy,  just  and  true. 

2  Justice  and  truth  he  ever  loves. 

And  the  whole  earth  his  goodness  proves  ; 

His  word  the  heav'nly  arches  spread  ; 
How  wide  they  shine  from  north  to  south  ! 
And  by  the  spirit  of  his  mouth, 

Were  all  the  starry  armies  made. 

3  He  gathers  the  wide  flowing  seas, 
Those  wat'ry  treasures  know  their  place, 

In  the  vast  storehouse  of  the  deep: 
— /  He  spake,  and  gave  all  nature   birth, 

And  fires,  and  seas,  and  heav'n.  and  earth 
His  everlasting  orders  keep. 
6* 


00  PSALMS. 

p  4      Let  mortals  tremble  and  adore 
A  God  of  such  resistless  power, 

Nor  dare  indulge  their  feeble  rage  : 
cr    Vain  are  your  thoughts,  and  weak  yourhands, 
f     But  his  eternal  counsel  stands, 

And  rules  the  world  from  age  to  asre. 


33. 


FOURTH  PART,     ll's  and  8's.— Palestine. 

fl  REJOICE  in  the  Lord,  O  ye  righteous,  rejoice, 
The  upright  his  praises  should  sing; 
With  harp  and  with  psaltry,  attune  your  glad 
voice, 
And  loud  let  the  harmony  ring  : 
O  sing  of  his  righteousness,  sing  of  his  love, 

His  judgment  and  mercy  proclaim  ; 
Earth  is  fill'd  with  his  goodness,  while  angels 
above 
Rejoice  in  his  glorious  name. 
H2By  the  word  of  the  Lord,  the  bright  heavens 

were  made, 
cr       The  earth,  the  wide  waters  that  roar ; 
ag  O  fear  him  ye  nations,  let  earth  be  afraid, 

Stand  in  awe  of  his  glory  and  power: 
ex  He  spake — it  was  done  ;   he  commanded — it 
rose  ; 
The  universe  sprang  into  view  ! 
His  counsels  shall  stand,  though  vain  mortals 
oppose, 
His  ways  are  all  righteous  and  true. 
' '  3  How  blest  is  the  nation  whose  God  is  the  Lord, 
The  land  where  in  mercy  he  dwells ; 
Where  thousands  rejoice  in  his  worship  and 
word, 
Where  wonders  of  grace  he  reveals  : 
""**  O  trust  in  his  name,  in  his  wisdom  confide, 

Nor  look  to  his  creatures  for  aid ; 
cr  Our  souls  shall  rejoice,  while  in  him  we  abide, 
di      Though  troubles  and  sorrows  invade. 

MS. 

Q/4  FIRST  PART.    L.  M.— Seasons. 

0~fe«      God's  care  of  his  saints ;  he  hears  their  prayers. 

1  LORD,  I  will  bless  thee  all  my  days, 

Thy  praise  shall  dwell  upon  my  tongue  : 
My  soul  shall  glory  in  thy  grace, 

While  saints  rejoice  to  hear  the  song 


PsaLMS. 

2  Come,  magnify  the  Lord  with  me, 
cr  Let  every  heart  exalt  his  name ; 

di        I  sought  the  eternal  God,  and  he 

Has  not  expos'd  my  hope  to  shame. 

off  3  I  told  him  all  my  secret  grief, 

My  secret  groanings  reach'd  his  ears 

cr        He  gave  my  inward  pain  relief, 

And  calm'd  the  tumult  of  my  fears. 

p      4  To  him  the  poor  lift  up  their  eyes, 

With  radiance  mild  their  faces  shine  v 

vi         A  beam  of  mercy  from  the  skies 

Fills  them  with  light  and  joy  divine. 

di    5  His  holy  angels  pitch  their  tents 

Around  the  men  that  serve  the  Lord ; 

cr        O,  fear  and  love  him,  all  his  saints : 

Taste  of  his  grace  and  trust  his  word 


34. 


SECOND  PART.     L.  M.— Duke-street. 
Relijrious  Education. 


M  l  CHILDREN,  in  years  and  knowledge  young, 
Your  parents'  hope,  your  parents'  joy  ; 
Attend  the  counsels  of  my  tongue; 
Let  pious  thoughts  your  minds  employ. 

2  If  you  desire  a  length  of  days, 

And  peace  to  crown  your  mortal  state ; 
Restrain  your  feet  from  impious  ways, 
Your  lips  from  slander  and  deceit. 

3  The  eyes  of  God  regard  his  saints, 

His  ears  are  open  to  their  cries  ; 
cr    He  sets  his  frowning  face  against 
The  sons  of  violence  and"  lies. 

p  4  To  humble  souls  and  broken  hearts, 

God  with  his  grace  is  ever  nigh; 
cr  Pardon  and  hope  his  love  imparts, 
di        When  men  in  deep  contrition  lie. 

ex  5  He  tells  their  tears,  he  counts  their  groans, 
His  Son  redeems  their  souls  from  death ; 
His  spirit  heals  their  broken  bones, 
/         While  they  in  praise  employ  their  breath. 


34. 


TSALMS. 

THIRD  PART.     C    M.—Dunchurch. 

Praise  for  deliverance. 


J  I'LL  bless  the  Lord  from  day  to  day 

How  good  are  all  his  ways  ! 
Ye  humble  souls  that  watch  and  pray. 
Come  help  my  lips  to  praise. 

2  Sing  to  the  honor  of  his  name, 
How  a  poor  suff 'rer  cried ; 
His  hope  was  not  expos'd  to  shame, 
His  suit  was  not  denied. 

c.r3I  told  the  Lord  my  sore  distress 
With  heavy  groans  and  tears ; 
He  gave  my  sharpest  sorrows  ease, 
And  silenc'd  all  my  fears. 

vi  4  Oh,  sinners,  come  and  taste  his  love, 
Come  learn  his  pleasant  ways  ; 
And  let  your  own  experience  prove 
The  sweetness  of  his  grace. 

5  O,  love  the  Lord,  ye  saints  of  his, 
His  eye  regards  the  just ; 
How  richly  blest  their  portion  is, 
Who  make  his  name  their  trust. 

Q  A  FOURTH  PART.     C.  M.— New  Cambridge. 

04rl«  Trust  in  God,  and  praise  for  deliverance. 

» 1     1  THROUGH  all  the  changing  scenes  of  life, 
In  trouble  and  in  joy, 
The  praises  of  my  God  shall  still 
My  heart  and  tongue  employ. 

2  Of  his  deliv'rance  I  will  boast, 
Till  all  that  are  distress'd, 
From  my  example  comfort  take, 
And  charm  their  grief  to  rest. 

f~*3  O  magnify  the  Lord  with  me, 

Exalt  his  holy  name; 
di      When  in  distress  on  him  I  call'd, 
cr          He  to  my  rescue  came. 

1 »   4  The  host  of  God  encamp  around 
The  dwellings  of  the  just; 
Deliv'rance  he  affords  to  all 
Who  make  his  name  their  trust. 


PSALMS. 

cr    5  Oh  make  but  trial  of  his  love  j 

Experience  will  decide, 
f        How  blest  are  they,  and  only  they, 

Who  in  his  truth  confide. 

T.  $B. 
Q£T  FIRST  PART.     C.  M.—  Windsor. 

9JtJ»  Prayer  and  faith  in  times  of  persecution. 

aff)  NOW,  plead  my  cause,  Almighty  God, 
Against  the  sons  of  strife, 
Who  trample  on  the  Saviour's  blood, 
And  fight  against  my  life. 

cr  2  Oppose  their  progress;  stop  their  way: 
Oh  make  them  fear  thy  rod ; 

di      But  to  my  soul  in  mercy  say, 
"  I  am  thy  Saviour  God." 

"  3  How  will  the  net  they  spread  for  me, 
Their  froward  feet  inthral! 
Into  the  pit  which  they  decree, 
How  soon  their  souls  must  fall ! 

4  They  love  the  road  that  leads  to  hell : 
Those  rebels  soon  must  die, 
Whose  malice  is  implacable 
Against  the  Lord  most  high. 

ex  5  But  hast  thou  not  a  chosen  few 
Among  that  impious  race  ? 
Divide  them  from  the  bloody  crew, 
cr  By  thy  surprising  grace. 

vi  6  Then  will  I  raise  my  tuneful  voice, 
To  make  thy  wonders  known; 
In  their  salvation  I'll  rejoice, 
And  bless  thee  for  my  own. 

SECOND  PART     C.  M.— Barby. 
Christ's  love  to  enemies  typified  in  David. 

1  BEHOLD  the  love,  the  gen'rous  love 
That  holy  David  shows: 
Behold  his  kind  compassion  move 
For  his  afflicted  foes. 

p      2  When  they  are  sick  his  soul  complains, 
And  seems  to  feel  the  smart; 
The  spirit  of  the  gospel  reigns, 
And  melts  his  pious  heart. 


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70  PSALMS. 

cx    3  How  did  his  flowing  tears  condole. 
As  for  a  brother  dead  ! 
And  fasting  mortified  his  soul, 
While  for  their  life  he  pray'd. 

p"4  They  groan'd  and  curs'd  him  on  their  bed 

'""*  Yet  still  he  pleads  and  mourns: 

And  double  blessings  on  his  head 
The  righteous  God  returns. 

vi     5  O  glorious  type  of  heav'nly  grace  ! 

Thus  Christ  the  Lord  appears  : 
di        While  sinners  curse,  the  Saviour  prays, 

And  pities  them  with  tears. 

cr     6  He,  the  true  David,  Israel's  King, 
Bless'd  and  belov'd  of  God, 
To  save  us  rebels,  dead  in  sin, 
p  Gave  his  own  precious  blood. 

Q  f*  FIRST  PART.    L.  U.—Rothwell. 

OUt  Perfections  and  providence  of  God. 

/    1  HIGH  in  the  heav'ns,  eternal  God  ! 
Thy  goodness  in  full  glory  shines  : 
Thy  truth  shall  break  through  every  cloud 
That  veils  or  darkens  thy  designs. 

2  For  ever  firm  thy  justice  stands, 

As  mountains  their  foundations  keep  • 
Wise  are  the  wonders  of  thy  hands, 
Thy  judgments  are  a  mighty  deep. 

'    3  Thy  providence  is  kind  and  large, 

Both  man  and  beast  thy  bounty  share : 
The  whole  creation  is  thy  charge ; 
But  saints  are  thy  peculiar  care. 

di     4  From  the  provisions  of  thy  house, 

We  shall  be  fed  with  sweet  repast : 
There  mercy  like  a  river  flows, 
And  brings  salvation  to  our  taste. 

zi     5  Life  like  a  fountain,  rich  and  free, 

Springs  from  the  presence  of  the  Lord.- 
And  in  thy  light  our  souls  shall  see 
The  glories  promis'd  in  thy  word. 


PSALMS. 

Q£»  SECOND  PART.     S  M.— Aylesbury. 

OOi  Practical  atheism  exposed. 

'  1    1  WHEN  man  grows  bold  in  sin, 
My  heart  within  me  cries, 
"He  hath  no  faith  of  God  within, 
Nor  fear  before  his  eyes." 

2  His  heart  is  false  and  foul, 

His  words  are  smooth  and  fair; 
Wisdom  is  banish'd  from  his  soul. 
And  leaves  no  goodness  there. 

3  He  plots  upon  his  bed 

New  mischief  to  fulfil: 
He  sets  his  heart,  his  hand,  his  head; 
To  practise  all  that's  ill. 

mcB  4  But  there's  a  dreadful  God, 

Though  men  renounce  his  fear  ; 
di        His  justice,  hid  behind  the  cloud, 
/  Shall  one  great  day  appear. 

5  His  truth  transcends  the  sky  : 

In  heav'n  his  mercies  dwell; 
ag      Deep  as  the  sea  his  judgments  lie  ; 
His  anger  burns  to  hell. 

6  How  excellent  his  love, 

Whence  all  our  safety  springs ! 
f.  ^s     Oh  never  let  my  soul  remove 
From  underneath  his  wings. 


FIRST  PART.    S7s  and  6's.—  Warning. 
The  wicked  are  not  to  be  envied. 


37. 

1 1    1  THOUGH  wicked  men  grow  rich  or  great, 
Repine  not  at  their  high  estate, 

Nor  let  thy  envy  rise  ; 
For  soon,  cut  down  like  tender  grass, 
Or  blooming  flow'rs,  away  they  pass 
di  When  all  their  beauty  dies. 

ct     2  Trust  in  the  Lord,  and  him  obey, 

And  thou  within  the  land  shalt  stay, 

Secure  from  ev'ry  ill : 
Make  his  commands  thy  chief  delight. 
And  he,  thy  duty  to  requite, 

Shall  thy  desires  fuliiJ. 


72  PSALMS. 

3  Commit  thy  way  unto  the  Lord, 
And  he  will  needful  help  afford, 

To  perfect  thy  designs  : 
He'll  make  like  light,  serene  and  clear 
Thy  clouded  innocence  appear, 

As  when  the  morning  shines. 

•  1    4  Rest  in  the  Lord,  on  him  depend  ; 

Let  patience  all  thy  thoughts  attend ; 

Nor  let  thine  anger  rise : 
Though  wicked  men  with  hate  abound, 
And  with  success  their  plots  are  crown'd, 

Which  they  in  wrath  devise. 

cr    5  How  soon  their  greatness  will  decay, 

And  all  their  riches  melt  away, 
p  Their  place  no  more  be  found  ! 

cr        While  humble  souls  in  God  rejoice, 
/        And  praise  him  with  the  heart  and  voice, 
Whose  mercies  still  abound. 

T.  $  R 

Qf-V  SECOND  PART.     C.  M.— Peterborough. 

*J  I  •  Charity  to  the  poor. 

*  I    1  WHY  do  the  wealthy  wicked  boast, 

And  grow  profanely  bold  ? 
The  meanest  portion  of  the  just, 
Exceeds  the  sinner's  gold. 

2  Though  they  may  borrow  of  their  friends 

And  ne'er  design  to  pay  ; 
The  saint  is  merciful,  and  lends, 
Nor  turns  the  poor  away. 

3  His  alms  with  liberal  heart  he  gives, 

Among  the  sons  of  need  : 
His  memory  to  ages  lives, 
And  blessed  is  his  seed. 

4  He  fears  to  talk  with  lips  profane, 

To  slander  or  defraud  ; 
His  ready  tongue  declares  to  men 
What  he  has  learn'd  of  God. 

5  The  law  and  gospel  of  the  Lord 

Deep  in  his  heart  abide  ; 
Led  by  the  Spirit  and  the  Word, 
His  feet  shall  never  slide. 


37. 


PSALMS. 

6  When  sinners  fall,  the  righteous  stand, 
Preserved  from  every  snare  ; 
They  shall  possess  the  promis'd  land, 
And  dwell  for  ever  there. 

THIRD  PART.     C.  M.—  Barbr/. 
The  way  anil  end  of  the  righteous  and  the  wicked. 


1  MY  God,  the  steps  of  pious  men 
Are  order'd  by  thy  will ; 
Though  they  should  fall,  they  rise  again, 
Thy  hand  supports  them  still. 

cr    2  The  Lord  delights  to  see  their  ways, 
Their  virtue  he  approves  ; 
H'^U  ne'er  deprive  them  of  his  grace, 
Nor  leave  the  men  he  loves. 

3  The  heav'nly  heritage  is  theirs, 
Their  portion  and  their  home ; 
He  feeds  them  here,  and  makes  them  heirs 
Of  blessings  long  to  come. 
/    4  Wait  on  the  Lord,  ye  sons  of  men, 
Nor  fear  when  tyrants  frown  ; 
Ye  shall  confess  their  pride  was  vain, 
When  justice  casts  them  down. 

PAUSE. 

ex    5  The  haughty  sinner  have  I  seen, 
Not  fearing  man  or   God  ; 
Like  a  tall  bay-tree,  fair  and  green, 
Spreading  its  arms  abroad — 

—diQ  When,  lo  !  he  vanish'd  from  the  ground, 

Destroy'd  by  hands  unseen  ; 
p        Nor  root,  nor  branch,  nor  leaf  was  found, 

Where  all  that  pride  had  been. 

cr    7  But  mark  the  man  of  righteousness, 

His  sev'ral  steps  attend  ; 
vi        True  pleasure  reigns  through  all  his  ways, 

And  peaceful  is  his  end. 

QQ  C.  H—  Windsor. 

0O«  Guilt,  repentance,  prayer  for  pardon. 

aff  1  AMID  thy  wrath,  remember  love, 
Restore  thy  servant,  Lord  ; 
Nor  let  a  Father's  chast'ning  prove 
Like  an  avenger's  sword 

7 


74  PSALMS. 

[2  My  sins,  a  heavy  burden,  weigh 
My  sinking  spirit  down; 
And  I  go  mourning  all  the  day, 
Beneath  my  Father's  frown.] 
ex    3  O  Lord,  the  sorrows  I  endure 
Are  great  beyond  control ; 
No  other  hand  but  thine  can  cure 
The  anguish  of  my  soul. 
4  All  my  desires  to  thee  are  known, 
di  Thine  eye  counts  every  tear  ; 

p         And  every  sigh,  and  every  groan, 

Is  notic'd  by  thine  ear. 
cr     5  Thou  art  my  God,  my  only  hope, 

And  thou  wilt  hear  my  cry  : 
/         My  God  will  bear  my  spirit  up, 
When  Satan  bids  me  die. 

PAUSE. 

ex    G  My  foes  rejoice  to  see  me  slide 
Into  the  miry  pit ; 
Exulting  in  malicious  pride 
When  they  supplant  my  feet. 

7  I  will  confess  my  guilt  to  thee, 

And  grieve  o'er  all  my  sin  ; 
di         Yet  weak  will  all  my  efforts  be, 
Without  thy  aid  divine. 

8  My  God,  forgive  my  follies  past, 

And  be  for  ever  nigh: 
cr        O  Lord  of  my  salvation,  haste, 
Before  thy  servant  die. 

QQ      FIRST  PART.    C.  BL— Peterborough.     Coventry 
0«-/ •  Watchfulness  over  the  tongue  in  presence  of scoffera 

I T    1  THUS  I  resolv'd  before  the  Lord, 
To  watch  my  heedless  tongue  ; 
Lest  some  unguarded  sinful  word, 
Should  do  my  neighbor  wrong. 
2  And  if  I'm  e'er  constrain'd  to  stay 
With  men  of  lives  profane  ; 
cr        I'll  set  a  double  guard  that  Lay, 

Nor  let  my  talk  be  vain. 
di     3  I'll  scarce  allow  my  lips  to  speak 
The  pious  thoughts  I  f*;el ; 
Lest  scoffers  should  th'  occasion  take, 
To  mock  my  kindling  zeal. 


39. 


PSALMS. 

cr     4  Yet  if  some  proper  hour  appear, 

I'll  not  be  overaw'd; 
f        But  let  the  scoffing  sinners  hear 

That  I  can  speak  for  God. 

SECOND  PART.     C.  M.— Rochester. 

Man  mortal. 

aff  1  TEACH  me  the  measure  of  my  days, 
Thou  Maker  of  my  frame: 
I  would  survey  life's  narrow  space, 
And  learn  how  frail  I  am. 

2  A  span  is  all  that  we  can  boast, 

An  inch  or  two  of  time; 
di       Man  is  but  vanity  and  dust, 
In  all  his  flow'r  and  prime. 

3  See  the  vain  race  of  mortals  move, 

Like  shadows  o'er  the  plain ; 
cr       They  rage  and  strive,  desire  and  love, 
di  But  all  their  noise  is  vain. 

*  '    [4  Some  walk  in  honor's  gaudy  show ; 
Some  dig  for  golden  ore^ 
They  toil  for  heirs,  they  know  not  who, 
And  straight  are  seen  no  more.] 

5  What  should  I  wish  or  wait  for  then, 
From  creatures,  earth,  and  dust  ? 
They  make  our  expectations  vain, 
And  disappoint  our  trust. 

rr     6  Now  I  forbid  my  carnal  hope, 

My  fond  desires  recall ; 
I  give  my  mortal  int'rest  up, 
And  make  my  God  my  alL 


39. 


THIRD  PART.     C.  yi.—Burford. 
Sick-bed  devotions,  or  submissive  pleading. 


1  GOD  of  my  life,  look  gently  down, 
Behold  the  pains  I  feel ; 
di        But  I  am  dumb  before  thy  throne, 
p  Submissive  to  thy  will. 

*  f  2  Diseases  are  thy  servants,  Lord, 
They  come  at  thy  command  ; 
I'll  not  indulge  one  murm'ring  word 
Against  thy  chast'ning  hand. 


n  PSALMS. 

off  3  Yet  I  may  plead  with  humble  cries, 
Remove  thy  sharp  rebukes  : 
My  strength  consumes,  my  spirit  dies, 
Through  thy  repeated  strokes. 
4  Crush'd  as  a  moth  beneath  thy  hand, 
di  We  moulder  into  dust ; 

Our  feeble  powers  can  ne'er  withstand, 
p  And  all  our  beauty's  lost. 

'  '   5  I'm  but  a  stranger  here  below, 
As  all  my  fathers  were: 
May  I  be  well  prepar'd  to  go, 
When  I  the  summons  hear. 
cr     6  But  if  my  lips  be  spared  awhile, 
Before  my  last  remove  ; 
I'll  sing  thy  tender  mercies  still, 
And  celebrate  thy  love. 

O  Q       FOURTH  PART.     S.  M.— Aylesbury.     St.  Giles. 
*J*J»  Same  subject. 

aff  1  LORD,  let  me  know  mine  end, 
My  days,  how  brief  their  date, 
That  I  may  timely  comprehend 
How  frail  my  best  estate. 
2  My  life  is  but  a  span, 

Mine  age  is  nought  with  thee; 
cr        What  is  the  highest  boast  of  man 
di  But  dust  and  vanity ! 

p      3  Dumb  at  thy  feet  I  lie, 

For  thou  hast  brought  me  low; 
ag       Remove  thy  judgments,  lest  I  die; 

I  faint  beneath  thy  blow. 
cr     4  At  thy  rebuke,  the  bloom 

Of  man's  vain  beauty  flies; 
And  grief  shall  like  a  moth  consume 
All  that  delights  our  eyes. 
di     5  Have  pity  on  my  fears, 

Hearken  to  my  request , 
Turn  not  in  silence  from  my  tears, 
But  give  the  mourner  rest. 
6  O  spare  me  yet,  I  pray, 

Awhile  my  strength  restore, 
Ere  I  am  summon'd  hence  away, 
p  And  seen  on  earth  no  more. 

Montgomery 


39, 


PSALMS.  11 

FIFTH  PART.     7'sand6's.     Peculiar.— Missionary H. 
Human  frailty. 


1  O  WHAT  is  earthly  pleasure, 
Compare!  with  thy  rich  grace? 
nff       Lord  teach  us  how  to  measure 
The  remnant  of  our  days, 
How  brief  is  our  existence, 
How  frail  a  thing  is  man ; 
And  grant  us  thine  assistance, 
This  feeble  life  to  scan. 

er     2  How  soon  the  hours  of  gladness 

That  cheer  us  on  our  way, 
ii        Are  chang'd  to  gloom  and  sadness, 
ix  Or  fill'd  with  deep  dismay  ! 

11         Man,  in  his  best  condition, 
Is  vanity  and  dust; 
Soon  past  the  fleeting  vision; 
p  Then  he  gives  up  the  ghost. 

/M  3  Earth's  treasures  quickly  leave  us, 
Its  honors  ne'er  endure ; 
Its  pleasures  but  deceive  us, 
Its  hopes  are  insecure  : 
di        But,  Lord,  while  time  so  fleeting, 
Is  fill'd  with  many  a  snare; 
My  soul  on  thee  is  waiting, 
cr  1*11  trust  thy  guardian  care, 


Mother's  H.  Book. 


40 


FIRST  PART.    C.  M.— Dunchurck, 

Deliverance  from  deep  distress. 

1  I  WAITED  patient  for  the  Lord, 
He  bow'd  to  hear  my  cry ; 
He  saw  me  resting  on  his  word, 
And  brought  salvation  nigh. 

ex    2  He  rais'd  me  from  a  horrid  pit, 
Where  mourning  long  I  lay ; 
His  hand  releas'd  my  sinking  feet, 
From  depths  of  miry  clay. 

cr    3  Firm  on  a  rock  he  made  me  stand, 
And  taught  my  cheerful  tongue 
To  praise  the  wonders  of  his  hand. 
In  new  and  thankful  song. 


f8  PSALMS. 

/    4  I'll  spread  his  works  of  grace  abroad, 
The  saints  with  joy  shall  hear, 
And  sinners  learn  to  make  my  God 
Their  only  hope  and  fear. 

d      5  How  many  are  thy  thoughts  of  love ! 

Thy  mercies,  Lord,  how  great ! 
cr        Language  and  time  would  fail  to  prove, 

Or  numbers  to  repeat. 


40. 


SECOND  PART.     C.  M.— Coventry. 
Incarnation  and  sacrifice  of  Christ. 


1  [THUS  saith  the  Lord,  "  Your  work  is  valll, 
Give  your  burnt-offring?  o'er  ; 
In  dying  goats  and  bullocks  slain, 
My  soul  delights  no  more."] 

vi     2  And  see,  the  blest  Redeemer  comes, 
Th'  Eternal  Son  appears ! 
And  at  th'   appointed  time  assumes 
The  body  God  prepares. 

J '     3  Much  he  reveal'd  his  Father's  grace, 
And  much  his  truth  he  show'd  : 
He  preach'd  the  way  of  righteousness, 
Where  great  assemblies  stood. 

4  His  Father's  honor  touch'd  his  heart 
di  He  pitied  sinner's  cries  ; 

And  to  fulfil  a  Saviour's  part, 
Was  made  a  sacrifice. 

cr     5  No  blood  of  beasts  on  altars  shed, 

Could  wash  the  conscience  clean; 

f         But  the  rich  sacrifice  he  paid, 
Atones  for  all  our  sin. 

A  f\  THIRD  PART.    L.  M—Uxbridge.     Luton. 

"fc  v/»  Christ  our  sacrifice. 

1  THE  wonders,  Lord,  thy  love  hath  wrought 
cr       Exceed  our  praise,  surmount  our  thought  : 

Should  I  attempt  the  long  detail, 
di      My  speech  would  faint,  my  numbers  fail. 

M  2  No  blood  of  beasts  on  altars  spilt, 

Can  cleanse  the  souls  of  men  from  guilt, 

cr       But  thou  hast  found,  through  matchless  grace, 
A  ransom  for  our  ruin'd  race. 


PSALMS.  7» 

p    3  t;  Behold  I  come."  the  Saviour  cries, 
11  A  ready,  willing  sacrifice  ; 
I  come  to  bear  the  heavy  load 
Of  sin,  and  do  thy  will,  my  God. 

!  I   4  "  'Tis  written  in  thy  great  decree, 
'Tis  in  thy  book  foretold  of  me; 
I  must  fulfil  the  Saviour's  part, 
And  lo  !  thy  law  is  in  my  heart. 

5  "  I'll  magnify  thy  holy  law, 
And  rebels  to  obedience  draw ; 

cr       When  on  my  cross  I'm  lifted  high, 
Or  to  my  crown  above  the  sky. 

6  u  The  Spirit  shall  descend,  and  show 
What  thou  hast  done,  and  what  I  do  ; 

ri       The  wond'ring  world  shall  learn  thy  grace, 
Thy  wisdom,  and  thy  righteousness." 

y»  -|  L.  M.— Park-street. 

jH  -I-  •  Christian  sympathy  and  charity. 

1  BLEST  is  the  man  whose  heart  can  move, 
And  melt  with  pity  to  the  poor ; 
W^hose  soul,  by  sympathizing  love, 
Feels  what  his  fellow-saints  endure. 

ft     2  His  heart  contrives  for  their  relief 

More  good  than  his  own  hands  can  do  j 
He,  in  the  time  of  gen'ral  grief, 
Shall  find  the  Lord  has  mercy  too. 

3  His  soul  shall  live  secure  on  earth, 
With  secret  blessings  on  his  head, 
When  drought,  and  pestilence,  and  dearths 
Around  him  multiply  their  dead. 

p    4  Or,  if  he  languish  en  his  couch, 

God  will  pronounce  his  sins  forgiv'n ; 
cr       Will  save  him  with  a  healing  touch, 
Or  take  his  willing  soul  to  heav'n. 

A  Q\  FIRST  PART.    C.  yi.—LaUhtstreet. 

Q/£>»  Direction  and  hope  :  or,  absence  from  the  hou3e  of  worship 

aff  1  WITH  earnest  longings  of  the  mind, 
My  God,  to  thee  I  look  ; 
So  pants  the  hunted  hart  to  find 
And  taste  the  cooling  brook. 


K)  PSALMS. 

2  When  shall  I  see  thy  courts  of  grace, 
And  meet  my  God  again  ? 
di        So  long  an  absence  from  thy  face 
My  heart  endures  with  pain. 

ex    [3  Temptations  vex  my  weary  soul, 
And  tears  are  my  repast; 
The  foe  insults  without  control, 
"  And  where's  your  God  at  last." 

/ms    4  'Tis  with  a  mournful  pleasure  now 
I  think  on  ancient  days ; 
Then  to  thy  house  did  numbers  go, 
And  all  our  work  was  praise. 

di    5  But  why,  my  soul,  sink  down  so  far 
Beneath  this  heavy  load  ? 
Why  do  my  thoughts  indulge  despair, 
And  sin  against  my  God  1 

cr    6  Hope  in  the  Lord,  whose  mighty  hand 

Can  all  my  woes  remove ; 
f         For  I  shall  yet  before  him  stand, 

And  sing  restoring  love. 

A  Q\  SECOND  PART.     C.  M.— Chester.     Barby. 

^b/C  •  Thirsting  and  panting  after  God. 

off  1  AS  pants  the  hart  for  cooling  streams, 
When  hunted  in  the  chase; 
So  longs  my  soul,  O  God,  for  thee 
And  thy  refreshing  grace. 

*"*    2  For  thee,  my  God,  the  living  God, 

My  thirsty  soul  doth  pine; 
cr        Oh,  when  shall  I  behold  thy  face, 

Thou  Majesty  divine. 

p     3  Why  restless,  why  cast  down,  my  soul  ? 
cr  Still  hope,  and  thou  shalt  sing 

f         The  praise  of  him  who  is  my  God, 
And  heaven's  eternal  King. 

T.  $  B. 

A  Q  THIRD  PART.     L.  M.— Repose.     Seasons. 

^Hd/C  •  Hope  in  deep  affliction. 

p      1  MY  spirit  sinks  within  me,  Lord  ; 
cr  But  I  will  call  thy  name  to  mind, 

And  times  of  past  distress  record 
When  I  have  found  my  God  was  kind. 


PSALMS.  « 

/e.r2Huge  troubles,  with  tumultuous  noise, 

Swell  like  a  sea,  and  round  me  spread; 
Thy  water-spouts  drown  all  my  joys, 
And  rising  waves  roll  o'er  my  head. 

di    3  Yet  will  the  Lord  command  his  love, 
When  I  address  his  throne  by  day; 
p         Nor  in  the  night  his  grace  remove ; 
cr  The  night  shall  hear  me  sing  and  pray. 

di    4  I'll  cast  myself  before  his  feet 

And  say,  "  My  God,  my  heav'nly  Rock, 
Why  doth  thy  love  so  long  forget 

The  soul  that  groans  beneath  thy  stroke  ?" 

I  I     5  I'll  chide  my  heart  that  sinks  so  low, 

Why  should  my  soul  indulge  her  grief? 

cr        Hope  in  the  Lord,  and  praise  him  too, 
He  is  my  rest,  my  sure  relief. 

[G  Thy  light  and  truth  shall  guide  me  still, 
Thy  words  shall  my  best  thoughts  employ ; 
And  lead  me  to  thine  heav'nly  hill, 
My  God,  my  most  exceeding  joy. 


FOURTH  PART.     Vs.— Mount  Calvary. 
Prayer  and  liore  in  deep  affliction. 


42, 

aff      1  HEARKEN,  Lord,  to  my  complaints, 
For  my  soul  within  me  faints  j 
Thee,  far  off,  I  call  to  mind, 
In  Ihe  land  I  left  behind, 
Where  the  streams  of  Jordan  flow, 
Where  the  heights  of  Hermon  glow. 

2  Tempest-tost,  my  failing  bark 
Founders  in  the  ocean  dark, 
cr  Deep  to  deep  around  me  calls, 

With  the  rush  of  waterfalls, 
While  I  plunge  to  lower  caves, 
Overwhelmed  by  all  thy  waves. 

I  I         3  Once  the  morning's  earliest  light, 
Brought  thy  mercy  to  my  sight, 
And  my  wakeful  song  was  heard 
Later  than  the  evening  bird  : 
Hast  thou  all  my  pray'rs  forgot? 
Will  thy  mercy  heed  them  not  ? 


82  PSALMS. 

di        4  Why,  my  soul,  art  thou  perplex'd  ? 
Why  with  faithless  trouble  vex'd? 

cr  Hope  in  God,  whose  saving  name, 

Thou  shalt  joyfully  proclaim, 
When  his  countenance  shall  shine 
Through  the  clouds  that  darken  thine. 

Montgomery. 

A  Q       FIRST  PART.     C.  M.— Rochester.     Barby.    ex. 
Tt<0«  Prayer  for  deliverance  from  enemies. 

affy  I  1  JUDGE  me,  O  God,  and  plead  my  cause 
Against  a  sinful  race; 
From  vile  oppression  and  deceit 
Secure  me  by  thy  grace. 

2  On  thee  my  steadfast  hope  depends, 
di  And  am  I  left  to  mourn  ? 

To  sink  in  sorrow,  and  in  vain 
Implore  thy  kind  return  ? 

cr        3  0  send  thy  light  to  guide  my  feet, 
And  bid  thy  truth  appear; 
Conduct  me  to  thy  holy  hill, 
To  taste  thy  mercies  there. 

/        4  Then  to  thine  altar,  O  my  God, 
My  joyful  feet  shall  rise  ; 
And  my  triumphant  song  shall  praise 
The  God  that  rules  the  skies. 

Anon 

A  Q  SECOND  PART.    7's  and  &s.—Nuremburg. 

tWO»  Prayer  for  deliverance  and  comfort. 

aff      1  SAVE  me,  Lord,  in  this  distress  ; 

Clothe  me  in  thy  righteousness  ; 

Good  and  merciful  thou  art, 
di  Bind  this  bleeding,  broken  hear; 

Cast  me  not  despairing  hence, 
cr  Be  my  hope,  my  confidence. 

' '         2  Send  thy  light  and  truth  to  guide  ; 
Leave  me  not  to  turn  aside  ; 
On  thy  holy  hill  I'll  rest, 
In  thy  courts  for  ever  blest ; 
Then  to  God,  my  love,  my  joy, 
Praise  shall  all  my  pow?rs  employ. 

Montgomery. 


PSALMS.  83 

a    a  C  M.—  Rochester. 

Ti4rl  •       Complaint  in  s,re-M  declension  and  persecution. 

1  LORD,  we  have  heard  thy  works  of  old, 

Thy  works  of  pow'r  and  grace; 
And  to  our  ears  our  fathers  told 
The  wonders  of  their  days. 

2  They  saw  the  beauteous  churches  rise, 

The  spreading  gospel  run  ; 
cr  While  light  and  glory  from  the  skies 

Through  all  their  temples  shone. 

3  In  God  they  boasted  all  the  day ; 

And  in  a  cheerful  throng 
Did  thousands  meet  to  praise  and  pray, 

And  grace  was  all  their  song, 
p.cr  4  But  now  our  souls  are  seiz'd  with  shame, 

Confusion  fills  our  face, 
To  hear  the  enemy  blaspheme, 

And  fools  reproach  thy  grace. 
C7       5  Yet  have  we  not  forgot  our  God, 

Nor  falsely  dealt  with  heav'n ; 
Nor  have  our  steps  declin'd  the  road 

Of  duty  thou  hast  giv'n  ; — 
f.ex   6  Though  dragons  all  around  us  roar, 

With  their  destructive  breath  ; 
And  thine  own  hand  hath  bruis'd  us  sore, 

Hard  by  the  gates  of  death. 

PAUSE.— Burford. 

off     7  We  are  expos'd  all  day  to  die, 

As  martyrs  for  the  cause  ; 
As  sheep  for  slaughter  bound  we  lie, 

By  sharp  and  bloody  laws. 
f.ex  8  Awake,  arise,  Almighty  Lord  ! 

Why  sleeps  thy  wonted  grace? 
Why  should  we  be  like  men  abhorr'd, 

Or  banish'd  from  thy  face  ? 
di      9  Wilt  thou  for  ever  cast  us  off, 

And  still  neglect  our  cries  ? 
p  For  ever  hide  thy  heav'nly  love 

From  our  afflicted  eyes? 

'  I   10  Down  to  the  dust  our  soul  is  bow'd, 

While  foes  insult  around  : 
cr  Rise  for  our  help,  rebuke  the  proud, 

And  all  their  pow'rs  confound. 


M  PSALMS. 

11  Redeem  us  from  perpetual  shame, 
Our  Saviour  and  our  God  ; 
We  plead  the  honors  of  thy  name, 
The  merits  of  thy  blood. 

A  £T         FIRST  PART.     S.  M.—  Watchman.    Shirland. 
^fct/  •  Beauty  and  glory  of  Christ — success  of  his  kingdom. 

d        1  MY  Saviour  and  my  King, 
Thy  beauties  are  divine  ; 
Thy  lips  with  blessings  overflow, 
And  every  grace  is  thine. 

cr       2  Now  make  thy  glory  known. 
Gird  on  thy  dreadful  sword; 
And  ride  in  majesty  to  spread 
The  conquests  of  thy  word. 

3  Subdue  thy  stubborn  foes, 

di  Incline  their  hearts  t'  obey, 

p  While  justice,  meekness,  grace,  and  tiuth 

cr  Attend  thy  glorious  way. 

f.m    4  Thy  laws,  O  God  !  are  right ; 
Thy  throne  shall  ever  stand, 
And  thy  victorious  gospel  prove 
A  sceptre  in  thy  hand. 

PAUSE. 

f  I        5  Behold,  at  his  right  hand 

The  gentile  church  is  seen, 
Like  a  fair  bride  in  rich  attire, 
When  princes  guard  the  queen. 
d        6  Fair  bride,  receive  his  love  ; 
Forget  thy  father's  house ; 
Forsake  thy  gods,  thy  idol  gods, 
And  pay  thy  Lord  thy  vows. 

7  O  let  thy  God  and  King 

Thy  sweetest  thoughts  employ  ; 
Thy  children  shall  his  honors  sing, 
In  palaces  of  joy. 

A  pr    SECOND  PART.    C.  M .— Remembrance.    Coventry. 

^sffJ  •  Christ  and  his  glorious  reign. 

1  I'LL  speak  the  honors  of  my  King, 
His  form  divinely  fair; 
None  of  the  sons  of  mortal  race 
May  with  the  Lord  compare. 


FSALMfl 

d      2  Sweet  is  thy  speech,  and  heav'nly  grace 
Upon  thy  lips  is  shed: 
Thy  God  with  blessings  infinite 
Hath  crown'd  thy  sacred  head. 

f     3  Gird  on  thy  sword,  victorious  Prince  ! 
Ride  with  majestic  sway; 
Subdue  and  melt  thy  stubborn  foes, 
And  make  the  world  obey. 

fn<c  4  Thy  throne,  O  God  !  for  ever  stands : 
Thy  word  of  grace  shall  prove 

di         A  peaceful  sceptre  in  thy  hands, 
To  rule  thy  saints  by  love. 

5  Justice  and  truth  attend  thee  still, 
But  mercy  is  thy  choice  : 
cr        And  God,  thy  God.  thy  soul  shall  fill 
/  With  everlasting  joys. 

A  pr  THIRD  PART.     L  M.— Park-street. 

^■lJ  •  Glory  of  Chrisr,  and  honor  of  his  gospel. 

ex     1  NOW  be  my  heart  inspir'd  to  sing 
The  glories  of  my  Saviour  King: 
Jesus  the  Lord,  his  form  how  fair; 
How  rich,  how  bright  his  beauties  are. 
2  O'er  all  the  sons  of  human  race, 
He  shines  with  majesty  and  grace: 

d         Love  from  his  lips  divinely  flows, 
Andblessings  allhis  state  compose. 

/     3  Dress  thee  in  arms,  Almighty  Lord  ! 
Gird  on  the  terrors  of  thy  sword, 
In  majesty  and  glory  ride 

di        With  truth  and  meekness  at  thy  side. 
[4  Thine  anger,  like  a  pointed  dart, 

Shall  pierce  the  foes  of  stubborn  heart: 
Or  words  of  mercy,  kind  and  sweet, 
Shall  melt  the  rebels  at  thy  feet.] 

fS**5  Thy  throne,  O  God  !  for  ever  stands, 

di        Grace  is  the  sceptre  in  thy  hands  ; 

Thy  laws  are  just,  thy  judgments  right, 
Justice  and  grace  are  thy  delight. 
r6  God,  thy  own  God,  hath  richly  shed 
His  oil  of  gladness  on  thy  head  ; 
And  with  his  sacred  Spirit  bless'd 
His  first-born  Son  above  the  rest.] 
S 


45 


PSALMS 

FOURTH  PART.     I.  M.— JtepffW. 

Chri.<t  ami  his  church  ;  or,  the  mystiejj  marna.TS. 

d       1  THE  King  of  Saints,  how  fair  his  face  I 
Adorn'd  with  majesty  and  grace  ! 
He  comes  with  blessings  from  above, 
And  wins  the  nations  to  his  love. 

2  At  his  right  hand  our  eyes  behold 
The  queen  array'd  in  purest  gold; 
The  world  admires  her  heav'nly  dres3, 
Her  robes  of  joy  and  righteousness. 

3  He  forms  her  beauties  like  his  own ; 
He  calls  and  seats  her  near  his  throne 
Fair  stranger,  let  thy  heart  forget 
The  idols  of  thy  native  state. 

cr    4  So  shall  the  King  the  more  rejoice 
In  thee,  the  fav'rite  of  his  choice  : 
Let  him  be  lov'd  and  yet  ador'd, 
For  he's  thy  Maker  and  thy  Lord. 

/     5  O  happy  hour,  when  thou  shalt  rise 
To  his  fair  palace  in  the  skies  ; 
And  all  thy  sons,  a  numerous  train, 
Each  like  a  prince  in  glory  reign. 

ff    6  Let  endless  honors  crown  his  head, 
Let  every  age  his  praises  spread  ; 
While  we  with  cheerful  songs  approve 

di        The  condescension  of  his  love. 

A  r*  FIRST  PART.     L.  M.— Seasons. 

tpU«  God  our  refuge. 

off   1  GOD  is  the  refuge  of  his  saints, 

When  storms  of  sharp  distress  invade: 
Ere  we  can  offer  our  complaints, 
Behold  him  present  with  his  aid. 

ag    2  Let  mountains  from  their  seats  be  hurl'd 
Down  to  the  deep,  and  buried  there; 
Convulsions  shake  the  solid  world  ; 
Our  faith  shall  never  yield  to  feai. 

m.p  3  There  is  a  stream  whose  gentle  flow 
Supplies  the  city  of  our  God; 
Life,  love,  and  joy,  still  gliding  through, 
And  wat'ring  our  divine  abode. 


PSALMS.  E7 

cr    4  That  sacred  stream,  thy  holy  word, 

Supports  oui  faith,  our  fear  controls  ; 
Sweet  peace  thy  promises  afford, 
And  give  new  strength  to  fainting  souls. 

5  Zion  enjoys  her  Monarch's  love 

Secure  against  a  threat'ning  hour ; 
f        Nor  can  her  firm  foundations  move, 

Built  on  his  truth,  and  arnrd  with  pow'r. 

A  /■»  SECOND  PART.     L.  M.— Parks treeL 

*-10»  God  defei>ds  his  church. 

HM  LET  Zion  and  her  King  rejoice, 

Though  tyrants  rage  and  kingdoms  rise  , 
He  utters  his  Almighty  voice! 
di  The  nations  melt,  the  tumult  dies. 

1 1    2  The  Lord  of  old  for  Jacob  fought, 
And  Jacob's  God  is  still  our  aid: 
Behold  the  works  his  hand  hath  wrought, 
What  desolations  he  hath  made  ! 

3  From  sea  to  sea,  through  all  the  shores, 
p  He  makes  the  noise  of  battle  cease  ; 

/        When  from  on  high  his  thunder  roars, 
di  He  awes  the  trembling  world  to  peace. 

m. p  4  Be  still  and  know  that  he  is  God  ; 
cr  He  reigns  exalted  o'er  the  lands, 

He  will  be  known  and  fear'd  abroad  ; 
But  still  his  throne  in  Zion  stands. 

fss  5  O  Lord  of  hosts,  Almighty  King! 

While  we  so  near  thy  presence  dwell, 
xi         Our  faith  shall  sit  secure  and  sing", 

Nor  fear  the  raging  pow'rs  of  hell. 


THIRD  PART.    7'sand6's.     Peculiar.— AshJUld. 
God  our  refuse  and  strejijjth. 


46, 

aff  1  O  GOD  of  our  salvation  ! 

Our  refuge  in  distress, 
Our  strength  and  consolation, 

Secure  us  by  thy  grace; 
di        While  in  thy  peace  abiding, 

While  thou  thyself  art  near, 
cr         In  thy  strong  arm  confiding, 

We  shall  riot  yield  to  fear. 


68  PSALMS. 

f.ex2  Though  earth  were  in  commotion, 
Though  mountains  high  were  cast 
Into  the  depths  of  ocean, 
Amid  the  stormy  blast ; 
The  billows  loud  and  raging, 
In  vain  their  foam  would  pour; 
di       Thy  voice  the  wrath  assuaging, 
Would  still  the  tempest's  roar. 
p     3  There  is  a  peaceful  river 

Descending  from  on  high, 
Whose  streams  are  pure  for  ever, 

Whose  waters  cannot  dry : 
No  waves  of  tribulation 
Disturb  their  glad'ning  course, 
cr       The  Rock  of  our  salvation 
Is  the  unfailing  source. 
4  God  in  the  midst  is  dwelling, 
Mount  Zion  shall  not  move  ; 
f        The  streams  of  grace  are  swelling 
A  tide  of  boundless  love  : 
Her  foes  so  oft  conspiring, 

/Tumultuous  in  noise, 
Like  angry  waves  retiring, 
p  Have  melted  at  his  voice. 

cr    5  The  Lord  of  hosts  is  with  us, 
The  God  of  Jacob  near: 
With  his  strong  arm  beneath  us, 
Our  souls  shall  never  fear ; 
f        Our  refuge  is  most  glorious ; 
di  Be  still:  for  he  is  God  ; 

cr        His  cause  shall  be  victorious, 
f  Earth  trembles  at  his  nod. 

Spiritual  Son^ 
A  n  FOURTH  PART.    L.  M.— Park-street. 

Q \)»  The  river  of  Goi!,  and  the  heavenly  city. 

1  THERE  is  a  river  pure  and  bright, 

Whose  streams  make  glad  the  heav'nJy 
plains, 
Where,  in  eternity  of  light, 
The  city  of  our  God  remains. 

2  Built  by  the  word  of  his  command, 

With  his  unclouded  presence  blest, 
cr       Firm  as  his  throne,  the  bulwarks  stand  . 
m  There  is  our  home,  our  hope,  our  rest. 


PSALMS.  88 

t>i     3  Thither  let  fervent  faith  aspire, 

Our  treasure  and  our  heart  be  there, 
O  for  a  seraph's  wing  of  fire  ! 
m  No — for  the  mightier  wings  of  prayer  ! 

/    4  Now,  though  the  earth's  foundations  rock, 
And  mountains  down  the  gulf  be  hurl'd ; 

di        His  people  smile  amid  the  shock, 

They  look  beyond  this  transient  world. 

Montgomery. 

A  rv  FIRST  PART.    C.  M.— Coventry. 

rW  I   •  Christ  ascending  and  reigning. 

vi.fl  O  FOR  a  shout  of  sacred  joy 

To  God,  the  sovereign  King ; 
Let  every  land  their  tongues  employ, 
And  hymns  of  triumph  sing. 

2  Jesus  our  God  ascends  on  high: 

His  heav'nly  guards  around, 
jf       Attend  him  rising  through  the  sky 
With  trumpets'  joyful  sound. 

di     3  While  angels  shout  and  praise  their  King, 
Let  mortals  learn  their  strains  ; 

cr       Let  all  the  earth  his  honor  sing, 
O'er  all  the  earth  he  reigns. 

m<£  4  Rehearse  his  praise  with  awe  profound, 
Let  knowledge  lead  the  song  ; 
Nor  mock  him  with  a  solemn  sound, 
Upon  a  thoughtless  tongue. 

A  ry  SECOND  PART.    C.  M.— Moravian  Hymn. 

t^  I   •  Christ  worshipped. 

/    1  EXTOL  the  Lord,  the  Lord  most  high, 
King  over  all  the  earth ; 
Exalt'his  triumph  to  the  sky, 
In  songs  of  sacred  mirth. 

ff  2  God  is  gone  up  with  loud  acclaim, 
And  trumpets'  tuneful  voice  ; 
Sing  praise,  sing  praises  to  his  name  ; 
Sing  praises  and  rejoice. 

3  Sing  praises  to  our  God  :  sing  praise 

To  every  creature's  King: 
His  wondrous  works,  his  glorious  ways, 
All  tongues  and  kindred  sing. 

6* 


90  PSALMS. 

vub  4  God  sits  upon  his  holy  throne, 
God  o'er  the  heathen  reigns : 
His  truth  through  all  the  world  is  known- 
That  truth  his  throne  sustains. 

5  Princes  around  his  footstool  throng, 
Kings  in  the  dust  adore ; 
cr       Earth  and  her  shields  to  God  belong — 
f  Sing  praises  evermore. 

Montgom  try 
A  Q  FIRST  PART.     S.  M.— Clapton. 

^x}(D»         The  church  the  honor  and  safety  of  the  land. 

f\y  1  GREAT  is  the  Lord  our  God, 
And  let  his  praise  be  great ; 
He  makes  his  churches  his  abode, 
His  most  delightful  seat. 

[2  These  temples  of  his  grace 
How  beautiful  they  stand  ! 
The  honors  of  our  native  place, 
The  bulwarks  of  our  land.] 

di     3  In  Zion  God  is  known 

A  refuge  in  distress  ; 
cr        How  bright  has  his  salvation  shone, 

Through  all  her  palaces! 

4  When  kings  against  her  join'd, 
And  saw  the  Lord  was  there  ; 
ex      In  wild  confusion  of  the  mind 
They  fled  with  hasty  fear. 

'  t    5  Oft  have  our  fathers  told, 

Our  eyes  have  often  seen, 
How  well  our  God  secures  the  fold 
Where  his  own  flock  has  been. 

cr     6  In  every  new  distress 

We'll  to  his  house  repair: 
We'll  call  to  mind  his  wondrous  grace, 
And  seek  deliv'rance  there. 


48. 


SECOND  PART.    S.  M.— Oakland.     Clapton. 
Beauty  of  the  church. 

FAR  as  thy  name  is  known 
The  world  declares  thy  praise; 

Thy  saints,  O  Lord,  before  thy  throne 
Their  sonars  of  honor  raise. 


TSALM3.  81 

vi    2  With  joy  tliy  people  stand 
On  Zion's  chosen  hill ; 
Proclaim  the  wonders  of  thy  hand, 
And  counsels  of  thy  will. 

1 1    3  Let  strangers  walk  around 
The  city  where  we  dwell ; 
Compass  and  view  thy  holy  ground, 
And  mark  the  building  well,— 

4  The  orders  of  thy  house, 
The  worship  of  thy  court, 
The  cheerful  songs,  the  solemn  vows, — 
And  make  a  fair  report. 

cr     5  How  decent  and  how  wise  ! 

How  glorious  to  behold  ! 
/        Beyond  the  pomp  that  charms  the  eyes, 

And  rites  adorn'd  with  gold. 

^     6  The  God  we  worship  now, 
Will  guide  us  till  we  die ; 
Will  be  our  God  while  here  below, 
And  ours  above  the  sky. 

THIRD  PART,     ll's  and  8*s.— Palestine. 
Same  subject. 

1  O  GREAT  is  Jehovah,  and  great  be  his  praise, 
In  the  city  of  God  he  is  King  ; 
Proclaim  ye  his  triumphs  in  jubilant  laj^s; 
On  the  mount  of  his  holiness  sing. 

cr  2  The  joy  of  theearth  from  her  beautiful  height, 
Is  Zion's  impregnable  hill : 
The  Lord  in  her  temple  still  taketh  delight, 
God  re;gns  in  her  palaces  still. 

3  At  the  sight  of  her  splendor  the  kings  of  the 
earth 
ex         Grew  pale  with  amazement  and  dread ; 
Fear  seized  them  like  pangs  of  a  premature 
birth. 
di         They  came,  they  beheld  her,  and  fled. 

cr  4  Let  the  daughters  ofJudah  be  glad  for  thy  love 
The  mountain  of  Zion  rejoice  ; 
For  thou  wilt  establish  her  seat  from  above, 
Wilt  make  her  the  throne  of  thy  choice. 


48 


n  PSALMS. 

H  5  Go,  walk  about  Zion  and  measure  the  length. 
Her  walls  and  her  bulwarks,  mark  well ; 
Contemplate  her  palaces  glorious  in  strength, 
Her  tow'rs  and  her  pinnacles  tell. 

6  Then  say  to  your  children — our  refuge  is  tried, 
This  God  is  our  God  to  the  end  ; 
/      His  counsels  for  ever  his  people  shall  guide 
His  arm  shall  for  ever  defend. 

Montgomery. 

A  Q  FIRST  PART.     C    M.— Peterborough. 

~»t/  •    Pride  and  death  :  or,  the  vanity  of  life  and  riches. 

*  *    1  WHY  doth  the  man  of  riches  grow 
To  insolence  and  pride; 
To  see  his  wealth  and  honors  flow 
With  every  rising  tide  ? 

[2  Why  doth  he  treat  the  poor  with  scorn, 
Made  of  the  self-same  clay, 
And  boast  as  though  his  flesh  were  born 
Of  better  dust  than  they'?] 

3  Not  all  his  treasures  can  procure 

His  soul  a  short  reprieve; 
Redeem  from  death  one  guilty  hour, 
Or  make  his  brother  live. 

4  He  sees  the  foolish  and  the  wise, 

The  tim'rous  and  the  brave, 
di        Quit  their  possessions,  close  their  eyes, 
p  And  hasten  to  the  grave. 

cr    5  Yet  'tis  his  inward  thought  and  pride 
His  house  shall  ever  stand  ; 
His  name,  that  it  may  long  abide, 
Is  given  to  his  land. 

p  ¥  6  Vain  are  his  thoughts,  his  hopes  are  lost, 
How  soon  his  mem'ry  dies  ! 
His  name  is  written  in  the  dust, 
Where  his  own  body  lies. 

PAUSE. 

7  This  is  the  folly  of  their  way  ; 
And  yet  their  sons,  as  vain, 
Approve  the  words  their  fathers  say, 
And  act  their  works  again. 


PSAI.M3. 

S  Men  void  of  wisdom  and  of  grace, 
Though  honor  raise  thorn  high. 
Live  like  the  beasts,  a  thoughtless  race, 
di  And  like  the  beasts  they  die. 

})     9  Laid  in  the  grave  so  dark  and  teop) 
rr  Death  triumphs  o'er  thorn  there, 

/        Tili  the  last  trumpet  breaks  their  sleep, 
ex  And  wakes  them  in  despair. 


SECOND  PART.     C.  M.—Burford. 
Drain  an  J  the  resurrection. 


49. 

f T    1  YE  sons  of  pride,  that  hate  the  just, 
And  trample  on  the  poor. 
When  death  has  brought  you  down  to  oust 
Your  pomp  shall  rise  no  more. 

/    2  The  last  great  day  shall  change  the  scene  : 
di  When  will  that  hour  appear  ? 

cr       When  shah  the  just  revive  and  reign 
O'er  all  that  scorn'd  them  here  1 

p     3  God  will  my  naked  soul  receive, 

CalTd  from  the  world  away, 
cr       And  break  the  prison  of  the  grave, 

To  raise  my  mould'ring  clay. 

/    4  Heav'n  is  my  everlasting  home, 

Th'  inheritance  is  sure  ; 
ff       Let  men  of  pride  their  rage  resume, 
di  But  I'll  repine  no  more. 

fc(\  FIRST  PART.     C.  M.— SL  Ann's. 

tJ\J»  Tlie  last  judgment— saints  rewarded. 

[1  THE  Lord,  the  Judge,  before  his  throne 
Bids  the  whole  earth  draw  nigh 
The  nations  near  the  rising  sun, 
And  near  the  western  sky. 

2  No  more  shall  bold  blasphemers  say, 
"Judgment  will  ne'er  begin  :" 
No  more  abuse  his  long  delay, 
To  impudence  and  sin.] 

/    3  Thron'd  on  a  cloud  our  God  shall  come, 
Bright  flames  prepare  his  way, 

ex        Thunder  and  darkness,  fire  and  storm, 
Lead  on  the  dreadful  day. 


Si  PSALMS. 

4  Heav'n  from  above  his  call  shall  hear, 
Attending  angels  come, 
ex       And  earth  and  hell  shall  know  and  fear 
His  justice  and  their  doom. 

di    5  "  But  gather  all  my  saints,"  he  cries, 
"  That  made  their  peace  with  God 
By  the  Redeemer's  sacrifice, 
And  seal'd  it  with  his  blood. 

'I    6  "  Their  faith  and  works  brought  forth  to 

light, 
Shall  make  the  world  confess, 
My  sentence  of  reward  is  right, 
And  heav'n  adore  my  grace." 


50. 


SECOND  PART.    C.  M.— Peterborough. 
Obedience  better  than  sacrifice. 


t  J  1  THUS  saith  the  Lord,  "  The  spacious  fields, 
And  flocks  and  herds  are  mine: 
To  cattle  of  a  thousand  hills, 
I  claim  a  right  divine. 

2  :;  I  ask  no  sheep  for  sacrifice, 
Nor  bullocks  burn'd  with  fire: 
To  hope  and  love,  to  pray  and  praise, 
Is  all  that  I  require. 

c/-3  "Call  upon  me  when  trouble's  near, 
My  hand  shall  set  thee  free  ; 
Then  shall  thy  thankful  lips  declare 
The  honor  due  to  me. 

dii  "  The  man  that  offers  humble  praise 

Shall  glorify  me  best: 
cr     And  those  that  tread  my  holy  ways, 

Shall  my  salvation  taste." 

£r/\  THIRD  PART.     C.  M.— Peterborough. 

?y  V/ •  The  judgment  of  hypocrites. 

1  WHEN  Christ  to  judgment  shall  descend, 
And  saints  surround  their  Lord  ; 
He'll  call  the  nations  to  attend, 
And  hear  his  awful  word. 
* »   2  "Not  for  the  want  of  bullocks  slain, 
Will   1   the  world  reprove; 
Altars  and  rites  and  forms  are  vain, 
Without  the  fire  of  love." 


PSALMS.  9Ci 

cr  3  And  what  have  hypocrites  to  do? 

Why  bring  their  sacrifice  ; 
Why  call  my  statutes  just  and  true, 

Yet  deal  in  theft  and  lies! 
rfi   4  Should  they  expect  to  'scape  my  sight, 

And  sin  without  control? 
cr       No,    I   will  bring  their  crimes  to  light, 

And  rend  each  guilty  soul. 

/   5  Consider,  ye  that  slight  the  Lord, 
Before  his  wrath  appear; 
If  once  you  fall  beneath  his  sword, 
di  There's  no  deliv'rer  there. 

prr\  FOURTH  PART.    L.  M.— Sterling. 

*J\.J •  Hypocrisy  exposed. 

/      1  THE  Lord,  the  Judge,  his  churches  warns; 
Let  hypocrites  attend  and  fear, 
Who  place  their  hope  in  rights  and  forms, 
But  make  not  faith  nor  love  their  care. 
*  f     2  To  heav'n  they  lift  their  hands  unclean, 
Dcfil'd  with  lust,  defil-d  with  blood ; 
By  night  they  practise  every  sin, 
.  B/  day  their  mouths  draw  near  to  God. 

3  And  while  his  judgments  long  delay, 
di  They  grow  secure,  and  sin  the  more  ; 

They  think  he  sleeps  as  well  as  they, 
And  put  far  off  the  dreadful  hour. 

/     4  Oh  dreadful  hour  when  God  draws  near, 

And  sets  their  crimes  before  their  eyes  ! 
e.r        His  wrath  their  guilty  souls  shall  tear, 
ff  And  no  deliv'rer  dare  to  rise. 

rf\  FIFTH  PART.     Wb.—  Walworth. 

9J\Jm  The  last  judgment. 

/*     1  BEHOLD,  the  Judge  descends,  his  guards 

are  nigh, 
met      Tempest  and  fire  attend  him  down  the  sky  \ 
Heav'n,  earth,  and  hell,  draw  near,  let  all 

things  come, 
To  hear  his  justice,  and  the  sinner's  doom  : 
di         "But  gather   first  my  saints,"  the  Judge 
commands ; 
"  Bring  them,  ye  angels,  from  their  distant 
lands. 


9C  PSALMS. 

n    2  "Behold,  my  cov'nant  stands  for  ever  good, 
Seal'd  by  th'  eternal  sacrifice  in  blood, 
And  sign'd  with  all  their  names,  the  Greek, 

the  Jew, 
That  paid  the  ancient  worship  or  the  new. 
— cr     There's  no  distinction  here ;  come  spread 
their  thrones, 
And  near  me  seat  my  fav'rites  and  my  sons. 
3  "  I,  their  Almighty  Saviour,  and  their  God, 
I   am   their  judge ;    ye  heav'ns,  proclaim 

abroad 
My  just,  eternal  sentence,  and  declare 
^        Those  awful  truths  that  sinners  dread  to 

hear. 
ex.di  Sinners  in  Zion,  tremble  and  retire  : 

I  doom  thee,  painted  hypocrite,  to  fire ! 

p      4  ':  Silent  I  waited  with  long  suffering  love, 
cr        But  didst  thou  hope  that  I  should  ne'er  re- 
prove ; 
And  cherish  such  an  impious  thought  within, 
That  God  the  righteous  would  indulge  thy 
sin? 
/         Behold  my  terrors  now:  my  thunders  roll; 
ex        And   thy  own   crimes   affright  thy  guilty 
soul." 

/M  5  Sinners,  awake  betimes  ;  ye  fools,  be  wise ; 
Awake,  before  the  dreadful  morning  rise  ; 
Change  your  vain   thoughts,   your  sinful 
works  amend; 
vi        Fly  to  the  Saviour,  make  the  Judge  your 
friend, 
Lest,  like  a  lion,  his  last  vengeance  tear 
Your  trembling  souls,  and  no  deliv'rer  near. 

Ff\    SIXTH  FAllT.     10'sand  ll's. —  Walworth,  or  Old  50th. 
fJ  V7»  The  last  judgment. 

/n  [1  THE  God  of  glory  sends   his    summons 

forth, 
Calls  the  south   nations,  and  awakes  the 

north  ; 
From  east  to  west  the  sovereign  orders 

spread, 
Through  distant  worlds,  and  regions  of  the 

dead. 


PSALMS  77 

ex  The     trumpet    sounds :     hell    trembles ; 

heav'n  rejoices: 
vi  Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  saints,  with  cheer- 

ful voices.] 
di    2  No  more  shall  atheists  mock  his  long  delay  ; 
His  vengeance  sleeps  no  more  :  behold  the 
day; 
cr        Behold,  the  Judge  descends  ;  his  guards  are 
nigh  : 
Tempest  and  fire  attend  him  down  the  sky. 
vi  When  God  appears  all  nature  shall  adore 

him ; 
While  sinners  tremble,  saints  rejoice  be- 
fore him. 
/"  3  Heav'n,  earth,  and  hell,  draw  near,  let  all 
things  come, 
To  hear  his  justice,  and  the  sinner's  doom : 
di        "But  gather  first  my  saints,"   the  Judge 
commands; 
"  Bring  them,  ye  angels,  from  their  distant 
lands." 
vi  When  Christ  returns,  wake  every  cheer- 

ful passion ; 
f  And  shout,  ye  saints,  he  comes  for  your 

salvation. 
di^k  Behold,  his  cov'nant  stands  for  ever  good, 
Seal'd  by  th'  eternal  sacrifice  in  blood, 
And  sign'd  with  all  their  names,  the  Greek, 

the  Jew, 
That  paid  the  ancient  worship  or  the  new 
There's  no  distinction  here  ;  join  all  your 

voices, 
And   raise    your   heads,  ye   saints,   for 
heav'n  rejoices. 
M     5  '•' Here,"  saith  the  Lord,  "ye  angels,  spread 
their  thrones, 
And  near  me  seat  my  fav'rites  and  my  sons : 
di        Come,    my    redeem'd,    possess    the    joys 

prepar'd 
cr        Ere  time  began ;  'tis  your  divine  reward. ,; 
vi  When  Christ  returns,  wake  every  cheer- 

ful passion; 
And  shout,  ye  saints,  he  comes  for  your 
salvation. 
9 


98  TSALM8. 

PAUSE. 

p.  ex  6  Unthinking  wretch  I  how  couldst  thou  hope 
to  please 
A  God,  a  spirit,  with  such  sinful  ways  ? 
While,  with  his  grace  and  statutes  on  thy 

tongue, 
Thou  lov'st  deceit  and  dost  thy  neighbor 
wrong ! 
cr  Judgment  proceeds :  hell  trembles ;  heav'n 

rejoices: 
Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  saints,  with  cheer- 
ful voices. 

pp    7  "  Silent  I  waited  with  long  suff 'ring  love, 
But  didst  thou  hope  that  I   should   ne'er 
reprove ; 
cr        And  cherish  such  an  impious  thought  within, 

That  the  All-holy  would  indulge  thy  sin  ?" 
mcB  See,  God  appears:   all  nature  joins    tr 

adore  him ; 
Judgment  proceeds,  and  sinners  fall  be- 
fore him. 
ff.  e.vSu  Behold  my  terrors  now:  my  thunders  roll.;. 
And  thy  own  crimes  affright  thy  guilty  soul ; 
Now  like  a  lion  shall  my  vengeance  tear 
Thy  bleeding  heart,  and  no  deliv'rer  near  P* 
di  Judgment    concludes :      hell    trembles : 

heav'n  rejoices  : 
vi  Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  saints,  with  cheer- 

ful voices. 

y^-|  FIRST  PART.     L.  M.— Darwen.     Vernon. 

*J  J-  •  A  penitent  pleading  for  pardon. 

off  ]  SHOW  pity,  Lord !  O  Lord,  forgive  I 
Let  a  repenting  rebel  live  : 
Are  not  thy  mercies  large  and  free  ? 
May  not  a  sinner  trust  in  thee  ? 

2  My  crimes  are  great ;  but  can't  surpass 
The  power  and  glory  of  thy  grace : 

cr        Great  God  !  thy  nature  hath  no  bound  ; 

di        So  let  thy  pard'ning  love  be  found. 

cr    3  Oh  !  wash  my  soul  from  every  sin, 

And  make  my  guilty  conscience  clean  : 

di        Here  on  my  heart  the  burden  lies, 
And  past  offences  pain  mine  eyes. 


PSALMS.  99 

p      4  My  lips  with  shame  my  sins  confess, 
Against  thy  law,  against  thy  grace  : 

cr        Lord,  should  thy  judgments  grow  severe, 

— di    I  am  condemn'd  ;  but  thou  art  clear. 

asr   5  Should  sudden  vengeance  seize  my  breath, 
I  must  pronounce  thee  just  in  death; 
And  if  my  soul  were  sent  to  hell, 
Thy  righteous  law  approves  it  well. 

p.  ex  6  Yet,  save  a  trembling  sinner,  Lord, 

Whose  hope,  still  hovMng  round  thy  word, 
Would  light  on  some  sweet  promise  there, 

cr        Some  sure  support  against  despair. 

/T  "I  SECOND  PART.     L.  M  —Derby. 

*J  JL  •  Confession  of  sin,  original  and  personal. 

off  1  LORD,  I  am  vile,  conceiv'd  in  sin, 
And  born  unholy  and  unclean ; 
Sprung  from  the  man  whose  guilty  fall 
Corrupts  the  race,  and  taints  us  all. 

1  !     2  Soon  as  we  draw  our  infant  breath, 

The  seeds  of  sin  grow  up  for  death  ; 

Thy  law  demands  a  perfect  heart; 

But  we're  defiPd  in  every  part 
cr    3  Great  God,  create  my  heart  anew, 

— .~  .wiai  in j  q-!in  puie  auu.  ix  ue: 

O  make  me  wise  betimes  to  spy 

My  danger  and  my  remedy. 
p      1  Behold,  I  fall  before  thy  face, 

My  only  refuge  is  thy  grace ; 

No  outward  forms  can  make  me  clean, 

The  leprosy  lies  deep  within. 
[5  No  bleeding  bird  or  bleeding  beast, 

Nor  hyssop  branch,  nor  sprinkling  priest. 

Nor  running  brook,  nor  flood,  nor  sea, 

Can  wash  the  dismal  stain  away.] 
cr    6  Jesus,  my  God  !  thy  blood  alone, 
*   Hath  pow'r  sufficient  to  atone  ; 

Thy  blood  can  make  me  white  as  snow, 

No  Jewish  type  could  cleanse  me  so. 
di    7  While  guilt  disturbs  and  breaks  my  peace, 

Nor  flesh  nor  soul  hath  rest  nor  ease ; 
cr        Lord,  let  me  hear  thy  pard'ning  voice, 

Then  shall  my  broken  heart  rejoice 


100  PSALMS. 

/T  -j  THIRD  PART.    L.  M.— Darwen. 

fJ  J-  •  The  backslider's  supplication. 

aff  1  O  THOU  that  hear'st  when  sinners  cry! 
Though  all  my  crimes  before  thee  Ue, 
Behold  them  not  with  angry  look, 
But  blot  their  mem'ry  from  thy  book. 

2  Create  my  nature  pure  within, 
And  form  my  soul  averse  to  sin ; 
Let  thy  good  Spirit  ne'er  depart, 
Nor  hide  thy  presence  from  my  heart. 

3  I  cannot  live  without  thy  light, 

p  Cast  out  and  banish'd  from  thy  sight : 

cr        Thy  holy  joys,  my  God,  restore, 
And  guard  me  that  I  fall  no  more. 

pp    4  Though  I  have  griev'd  thy  Spirit,  Lord, 
cr        His  help  and  comfort  still  afford  ; 
aff      And  let  a  wretch  come  near  thy  throne 
To  plead  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 

PAUSE. 

5  A  broken  heart,  my  God,  my  King, 

Is  all  the  sacrifice  I  bring; 

The  God  of  grace  will  ne'er  despise 

A  broken  heart  for  sacrifice. 
~       a  tm\i-  cnnl  i«  humbled  in  the  dust. 

And  owns  thy  dreadful  sentence  just) 
^        Look  down,  O  Lord,  with  pitying  eye, 

And  save  the  soul  condemn'd  to  die. 

vi    7  Then  will  I  teach  the  world  thy  ways  ; 

Sinners  shall  learn  thy  sovereign  grace ; 
I'll  lead  them  to  my  Saviour's  blood, 
And  they  shall  praise  a  pard'ning  God. 

/SO  may  thy  love  inspire  my  tongue  ! 
Salvation  shall  be  all  my  song : 
And  all  my  pow'rs  shall  join  to  bless 
The  Lord,  my  strength  and  righteousness 

r  -1  FOURTH  PART.     C.  ML-  Whifcor. 

tJ  J.  •  Same  subject. 

aff  1  LORD,  I  would  spread  my  sore  distress 
And  guilt  before  thine  eyes  : 
Against  thy  law,  against  thy  grace, 


PS  U.MS.  101 

2  Hadst  thou  condemn'd  my  soul  to  hell, 
And  crush'd  my  flesh  to  dust  j 
Heav'n  had  approv'd  thy  vengeance  well, 
And  earth  had  own'd  it  just. 

' »    [3  Born  in  a  world  of  guilt,  I  drew 
Contagion  with  my  breath ; 
And  as  my  days  advanc'd,  I  grew 
A  j uster  prey  for  death.] 

cr    4  Cleanse  me,  O  Lord,  and  cheer  my  soul 
With  thy  forgiving  love  ; 
Oh,  make  my  broken  spirit  whole, 
And  bid  my  pains  remove. 

p      5  Let  not  thy  Spirit,  Lord,  depart, 
Nor  drive  me  from  thy  face ; 
Create  anew  my  sinful  heart, 
And  fill  it  with  thy  grace. 

cr    6  Then  will  I  make  thy  mercy  known 
Before  the  sons  of  men  ; 
Backsliders  shall  address  thy  throne. 
And  turn  to  God  a^ain. 


FIFTH  PART.     C.  M.— Burfora. 
Repentance  and  faith  in  the  blood  of  Christ 


51 

aff  I  O  GOD  of  mercy  !  hear  my  call, 
My  load  of  guilt  remove  : 
Break  down  this  separating  wall. 
That  bars  me  from  thy  love. 

2  Give  me  the  presence  of  thy  grace; 
Then  my  rejoicing  tongue 
ri         Shall  speak  aloud  thy  righteousness, 
And  make  thy  praise  my  song. 

I '    3  No  blood  of  goats,  nor  heifers  slain, 
For  sin  could  e'er  atone  ; 
The  death  of  Christ  shall  still  remain 
Sufficient  and  alone. 

cr     4  A  soul  oppress'd  with  sin's  desert, 
My  God  will  ne'er  despise  ; 

di        An  humble  groan,  a  broken  heart, 
Is  our  best  sacrifice. 
9* 


102  PSALMS. 

/CO  C.  M.— Peterborough.    Rochester. 

tJ&»  The  wicked  will  be  destroyed;  but  the  righteous  saved. 

1 1    1  WHY  should  the  wicked  make  their  boast, 
And  heav'niy  grace  despise  ? 
In  their  own  arm  they  put  their  trust, 
Mid  violence  and  lies. 

cr     2  Our  God  in  vengeance  will  destroy, 
And  banish  from  his  face, 
Th'  implacable  that  thus  annoy 
The  children  of  his  grace. 

d      3  But  like  a  beauteous  cultur'd  grove, 
Dress'd  in  immortal  green, 
Thy  saints  abiding  in  thy  love, 
Within  thy  courts  are  seen. 

^    4  On  thine  eternal  grace,  O  Lord, 
Thy  children  rest  secure  ; 
And  all  who  trust  thy  holy  word, 
Will  find  salvation  sure. 

Anon. 
/TQ  C.  M.— Rochester. 

<L/0«  Folly  of  the  enemies  of  Zion. 

1 »    1  ARE  all  the  foes  of  Zion  fools, 
Who  thus  devour  her  saints  ? 
Do  they  not  know  her  Saviour  rules, 
And  pities  her  complaints  ? 

vi    2  They  shall  be  seiz'd  with  dread  surprise: 
The  Lord's  avenging  arm 
Shall  crush  the  impious  foes  that  rise 
To  do  his  children  harm. 

3  In  vain  the  sons  of  Satan  boast 
Of  armies  in  array  : 
When  God  on  high  dismays  their  host, 
di  They  fall  an  easy  prey. 

'-»    4  O  for  a  word  from  Zion's  King, 
Her  captives  to  restore ! 
Jacob  with  all  his  tribes  shall  sing, 
And  Judah  weep  no  more. 

£T  A  S.  P.  M.— as  \22.—Dalston. 

vTT«  Prayer  for  deliverance  from  enemies. 

qff  1  MY  God,  preserve  my  soul ; 
Oh,  make  my  spirit  whole  ! 


PSALMS 

To  save  me,  let  thy  strength  appear: 
Strangers  my  path  surround  ; 
cr        Their  pride  and  rage  confound, 
And  bring  thy  great  salvation  near. 

2  Those  that  against  me  rise, 

Are  aliens  from  the  skies ; 
They  hate  thy  church  and  kingdom,  Lord 

They  mock  thy  fearful  name  ; 

They  glory  in  their  shame ; 
Nor  heed  the  wonders  of  thy  word. 

m.^3  But  O,  thou  King  divine, 

My  chosen  friends  are  thine  ; 

The  men  that  still  my  soul  sustain: 
Wilt  thou  my  foes  subdue  ; 
And  form  their  hearts  anew  ; 

And  snatch  them  from  eternal  pain  ? 

ri    4  Escap'd  from  every  wo, 
O  grant  me  here  below, 
To  praise  thy  name  with  those  I  love ; 
And  when  beyond  the  skies, 
Our  souls  unbodied  rise, 
Unite  us  in  the  realms  above. 

Diright. 
/T  pr  FIRST  PART.     C.  M.—Bur/ord. 

Wvi  Support  for  the  afflicted  and  tempted  soul. 

(iff   1  O  GOD,  my  refuge,  hear  my  cries, 
Behold  my  flowing  tears  ; 
For  earth  and  hell  my  hurt  devise, 
And  triumph  in  my  fears. 

2  Their  rage  is  levell'd  at  my  life, 

My  soul  with  guilt  they  load  ; 
And  fill  my  thoughts  with  inward  strife 
To  shake  my  hope  in  God. 

3  O  were  I  like  some  gentle  dove, 

And  innocence  had  wings, 
I'd  fly,  and  make  a  long  remove 
From  all  these  restless  things. 

di    4  Let  me  to  some  wild  desert  go, 
And  find  a  peaceful  home, 
Where  storms  of  malice  never  blow 
Temptations  never  come. 


1M  PSALMS. 

PAUSE.— Barby. 

aff  5  By  morning  light  I'll  seek  his  face, 
At  noon  repeat  my  cry  ; 
The  night  shall  hear  me  ask  his  grace, 
Nor  will  he  long  deny. 

6  God  shall  preserve  my  soul  from  fear 

And  shield  me  when  afraid : 
cr        Ten  thousand  angels  must  appear, 
If  he  command   their  aid. 

7  I  cast  my  burdens  on  the  Lord, 

The  Lord  sustains  them  all ; 

My  courage  rests  upon  his  word, 

That  saints  shall  never  fall. 

8  My  highest  hope  shall  not  be  vain, 

My  lips  shall  speak  his  praise, 
di        While  cruel  and  deceitful  men 

Scarce  live  out  half  their  days. 

pT  /T  SECOND  PART.    S.  M.— Psalm  25. 

*JtJ*  Dangerous  prosperity  of  the  wicked;  or,  daily  devotion  et» 
couraged. 

aff  1  LET  sinners  take  their  course, 
And  choose  the  road  to  death ; 

cr        But  in  the  worship  of  my  God 
I'll  spend  my  daily  breath. 

di     2  My  thoughts  address  the  throne, 
When  morning  brings  the  light ; 
I  seek  his  blessings  every  noon, 
And  pay  my  vows  at  night. 

3  Thou  wilt  regard  my  cries, 
O  my  eternal  God  ! 
cr         While  sinners  perish  in  surprise, 
Beneath  thine  angry  rod. 

p      4  Because  they  dwell  at  ease, 
And  no  sad  changes  feel ; 
They  neither  fear  nor  trust  thy  name, 
Nor  learn  to  do  thy  will. 

cr    5  But  I  with  all  my  cares 

Will  lean  upon  the  Lord  j 
I'll  cast  my  burdens  on  his  arm, 
And  rest  upon  his  word. 


TSALMS.  |0 

f     6  His  arm  shall  well  sustain 
The  children  of  his  love  ; 
The  ground  on  which  their  safety  stands 
No  earthly  power  can  move. 

prr*  C.  M.— Moreland. 

tJ\J  •  Trust  in  God  during  seasons  of  great  peril  or  persecution. 

aff  1  O  THOU  whose  justice  reigns  on  high, 
And  makes  th'  oppressor  cease; 
Behold  how  envious  sinners  try 
To  vex  and  break  my  peace. 

2  They  wrest  my  words  to  mischief  still. 

Charge  me  with  unknown  faults  ; 
Mischief  doth  all  their  counsels  fill, 
And  malice,  all  their  thoughts. 

3  The  sons  of  violence  and  lies 

Join  to  devour  me,  Lord ; 
But  as  my  hourly  dangers  rise, 
My  refuge  is  thy  word. 

M    4  In  God,  most  holy,  just,  and  true, 
I  have  repos'd  my  trust ; 
Nor  will  I  fear  what  man  can  do, 
The  offspring  of  the  dust. 

p      5  God  counts  the  sorrows  of  his  saints, 
Their  groans  affect  his  ears; 
Thou  hast  a  book  for  my  complaints, 
A  bottle  for  my  tears. 

cr    6  When  to  thy  throne  I  raise  my  cry, 
The  wicked  fear  and  flee  : 
So  swift  is  prayer  to  reach  the  sky, 
So  near  is  God  to  me. 

r->    7  Thy  solemn  vows  are  on  me,  Lord  ; 

Thou  shalt  receive  my  praise  : 
vi        I'll  sing  how  faithful  is  thy  word, 

How  righteous  are  thy  ways. 

8  Thou  hast  secured  my  soul  from  death, 
O  set  thy  servant  free  ; 
f        That  heart  and  hand,  and  life  and  breath. 
May  be  employ'd  for  theo. 


100  PSALMS 

CfV  L.  M.— Seasons.    Repose. 

t/  1  •  Praise  for  divine  protection. 

aff  1  MY  God,  in  whom  are  all  the  springs 

Of  boundless  love  and  grace  unknown, 

di        Hide  me  beneath  thy  spreading  wings, 
Till  the  dark  cloud  is  overblown. 

2  Up  to  the  heav'ns  I  send  my  cry  ; 

The  Lord  will  my  desires  perform  ; 
cr        He  sends  his  angels  from  the  sky, 

And  saves  me  from  the  threat'ning  storm, 

//-n  3  Be  thou  exalted,  O  my  God, 

Above  the  heav'ns  where  angels  dwell  j 
Thy  pow'r  on  earth  be  known  abroad, 
While  land  to  land  thy  wonders  tell. 

PAUSE.— Park-street. 

f    4  My  heart  is  fix'd — my  song  shall  raise 
Immortal  honors  to  thy  name  : 

I  f        Awake,  my  tongue,  to  sound  his  praise — 

My  tongue,  the  glory  of  my  frame. 

5  High  o'er  the  earth  his  mercy  reigns, 
And  reaches  to  the  utmost  sky  ; 
His  truth  to  endless  years  remains, 
When  lower  worlds  dissolve  and  die. 

f     6  Be  iliou  exalted,  0  my  God, 

Above  the  heav'ns  where  angels  dwell ; 
Thy  power  on  earth  be  known  abroad, 
While  land  to  land  thy  wonders  tell. 

f^Q  L.  P.  M.— St.  Helen's. 

*JO»  Warning  to  magistrates. 

1  JUDGES,  who  rule  the  world  by  laws, 
Will  ye  despise  the  righteous  cause, 

When  theoppress'd  before  you  stand? 
Dare  you  condemn  the  virtuous  poor, 
And  let  the  rich   escape  secure, 

Whose  gold  and  influence  bribe  your  hand < 

2  God.  is  your  judge,  and  he  alone; 
O  have  you  never,  never  known, 

cr  That  high  in  heav'n  his  justice  reigns  ? 

I I  Yet  ye  invade  the  rights  of  God, 
And  send  your  bold  decrees  abroad, 

To  bind  the  conscience  in  your  chains. 


PSALMS.  107 

ag  3  When  once  be  thunders  from  the  sky, 
Your  grandeur  melts,  your  titles  die, 

Your  pow'r  is  crumbled  to  the  dust: 
As  empty  chaff,  when  whirlwinds  rise, 
Before  the  sweeping  tempest  flies, 

p  Your  hopes  shall  be  for  ever  lost. 

cr  4  Thus  will  the  vengeance  of  the  Lord 
Safety  and  joy  to  saints  afford ; 

While  all  that  hear  shall  join  and  say — 
"  Sure  there's  a  God  that  rules  on  high. 
A  God  that  hears  his  children  cry, 

And  waits  their  sufferings  to  repay. }; 


59, 


FIRST  PART.     S.  P.  M.~ Dalston.    ex. 
Miserable  end  of  the  wicked. 


ag    1  WHEN  God  in  wrath  shall  come 

To  tell  the  sinner's  doom, 
e.v    What  anguish  shall  the  wicked  tear  ! 

The  men  that  slight  his  name, 

That  boast  of  sin  and  shame, 
No  more  shall  ask,  "  What  God  can  hear  ?" 

'  1    2  Thou  hear'st.  Omniscient  Lord, 
Each  curse  and  idle  word. 
And  all  the  scoffs  of  lips  profane  ; 
di         And  when  the  night  of  death, 
p  Shall  stop  their  fleeting  breath, 

Their  souls  shall  seek  for  peace  in  vain. 

aff  3  Oh,  how  will  sinners  need 
An  advocate  to  plead, 

Accepted,  at  thine  awful  throne  ! 
How  in  that  solemn  hour 
Would  faith's  transcendent  power 

Outweigh  all  things  beneath  the  sun! 


Subdue  them  by  thy  word. 
Though  all  their  pow  rs  oppose  thy  reign: 
Now  may  thy  foes  submit, 
And  bow  beneath  thy  feet, 
cr    Nor  let  them  read  thy  wrath  in  vain. 

Dur-ght 


108  PSALMS. 

/TQ  SECOND  PART.     S.  M.— Aylesbury. 

vt/  •  Complaint  against  persecutors. 

off  1  FROM  foes  that  round  us  rise, 
O  God  of  heaven,  defend; 
Who  brave  the  vengeance  of  the  skies 
And  with  thy  saints  contend. 

di     2  Beneath  the  silent  shade 

Their  secret  plots  they  lay, 
Our  peaceful  walls  by  night  invade, 
And  waste  the  fields  by  day. 

cr     3  Yet  save  them,  Lord,  from  death ; 

Subdue  them  by  thy  word ; 
/        Confound  their  counsels  with  thy  breath, 
p  But  pard'ning  grace  afford. 

vi     4  Then  shall  our  grateful  voice 
Proclaim  our  guardian  God  ; 
The  nations  round  the  earth  rejoice, 
And  sound  thy  praise  abroad. 

Anon. 

f*f\  C.  M.—  Windsor. 

\J\J»  Prayer  against  war. 

off  1  LORD,  thou  hast  scourg'd  our  guilty  land; 

Behold  thy  people  mourn  ; 
cr        Shall  wrath  still  guide  thy  powerful  hand, 
di  And  mercy  ne'er  return  ? 

mcB  2  Beneath  the  terrors  of  thine  eye, 

Earth's  haughtiest  towers  decay  ; 
Thy  frowning  mantle  spreads  the  sky, 
And  mortals  melt  away. 

ag    3  How  Zion  trembles  at  the  stroke, 

And  dreads  thy  lifted  hand  ! 
p  O  heal  the  people  thou  hast  broke, 

And  spare  our  guilty  land. 

aff  4  Save,  save  us  from  the  bloody  field; 
Save  those  that  fear  thy  name  : 
From  hosts  of  foes  our  nation  shield, 
And  put  their  hopes  to  shame. 

vi     5  Then  shall  our  loud  and  thankful  voice, 
Proclaim  our  guardian  God : 
The  nation  shall  in  thee  rejoice, 
And  sound  thy  praise  abroad. 


PSALMS.  109 

r*-t  S.  M.— Dunhar. 

O  1  •  Safety  in  God. 

off  1  WHEN,  overwhelm'd  with  grief, 
My  heart  within  me  dies, 
Helpless  and  far  from  all  relief, 
To  heav'n  I  lift  mine  eyes. 

2  O  lead  me  to  the  rock 

That's  high  above  my  head, 
And  make  the  covert  of  thy  wings 
My  shelter  and  my  shade. 

di     3  Within  thy  presence,  Lord, 

For  ever  I'll  abide, 
cr        Thou  art  the  tower  of  my  defence, 

The  refuge  where  I  hide. 

4  Thou  givest  me  the  lot 

Of  those  that  fear  thy  name  ; 
If  endless  life  be  their  reward, 
I  shall  possess  the  same. 

/"»  £\  L.  M. — Seasons.     Derby. 

\J& •     Trust  in  God;  but  no  confidence  in  the  creature 

off  1  MY  spirit  looks  to  God  alone, 

My  rock  and  refuge  is  his  throne , 
In  all  my  fears,  in  all  my  straits, 
My  soul  for  his  salvation  waits. 

2  Trust  him.  ye  saints,  in  all  your  ways, 
Pour  out  your  hearts  before  his  face  ; 
When  helpers  fail,  and  foes  invaue, 
God  is  our  all-sufficient  aid. 

pH  3  Trust  not  the  men  of  high  degree, 
Or  low — for  they  are  vanity: 
Laid  in  God's  balance,  both  appear 
Light  as  a  puff  of  empty  air. 

4  Make  not  increasing  gold  your  trust, 
Nor  set  your  hearts  on  glitt'ring  dust: 
Why  will  you  grasp  the  fleeting  smoke. 
And  not  belicv?  what  God  hath  spoke? 

f     5  Once  hath  his  awful  voice  declar'd  ; 
Once  and  again  our  ears  have  heard  j 
All  power  is  his  eternal  due; 
He  must  be  fe^r'd  and  trusted  too. 
10 


110  PSALMS. 

6  For  sovereign  power  reigns  not  alone, 
Grace  is  a  partner  of  the  throne; 
Thy  grace  and  justice,  mighty  Lord, 
Shall  well  divide  our  last  reward. 

i^O  FIRST  PART.    C.  M.— Colchester. 

\JO»  The  morning  of  the  Lord's  day. 

1  EARLY,  my  God,  without  delay, 
I  haste  to  seek  thy  face  ; 
My  thirsty  spirit  faints  away, 
Without  thy  cheering  grace. 

rfi     2  So  pilgrims  on  the  scorching  sand. 
Beneath  a  burning  sky, 
Long  for  a  cooling  stream  at  hand, 
And  they  must  drink  or  die. 

cr     3  I've  seen  thy  glory  and  thy  power 
Through  all  thy  temple  shine; 
My  God,  repeat  that  heav'nly  hour, 
That  vision  so  divine. 

4  Not  life  itself  with  all  its  joys 

Can  my  best  passions  move ; 
Or  raise  so  high  my  cheerful  voice, 
As  thy  forgiving  love. 

5  Thus  till  my  last  expiring  day, 
I'll  bless  my  God  and  King ; 

Thus  will  I  lift  my  hands  to  pray, 
And  tune  my  lips  to  sing. 


/ 


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SECOND  PART.     O.  M.—  Coventry. 
Midnight  thoughts  recollected. 

1  'TWAS  in  the  watches  of  the  night 

I  thought  upon  thy  power ; 
I  kept  thy  lovely  face  in  sight, 
Amid  the  darkest  hour. 

2  While  I  lay  resting  on  my  bed 

My  thoughts  arose  on  high; 
C7V-N    My  God,  my  life,  my  hope,  I  said, 
Bring  thy  salv  ation  nigh. 

3  I  strive  to  mount  thy  holy  hill, 

And  climb  the  heav'nly  road; 
And  thy  right  hand  upholds  me  still, 
When  I  commune  with  God. 


P3ALM3.  HI 

di     4  Thy  mercy  stretches  o'er  my  head 

The  shadow  of  thy  wing; 
cr        My  heart  rejoices  in  thine  aid, 

And  I  thy  praises  sing. 

ex    5  But  the  destroyers  of  my  peace, 
Shall  vent  their  rage  in  vain: 
The  tempter  and  his  power  shall  cease, 
And  all  my  sins  be  slain. 

r*  Q  THIRD  PART.     L.  M.—Stonefidd. 

\J*J»  Adoption. 

1  GREAT  God,  indulge  my  humble  claim, 
Thou  art  my  hope,  my  joy,  my  rest ; 
vi       The  glories  that  compose  thy  name 

Stand  all  engag'd  to  make  me  blest. 

di  2  Thou  great  and  good,  thou  just  and  wise, 
Thou  art  my  Father,  and  my  God ; 
And  I  am  thine  by  sacred  ties, 

Thy  son,  thy  servant,  bought  with  blood. 

<t/T 3  With  heart,  and  eyes,  and  lifted  hands, 
For  thee  I  long,  to  thee  I  look ; 
As  travellers  in  thirsty  lands 

Pant  for  the  cooling  water  brook. 

ti  4  With  early  feet  I  love  t'  appear 

Among  thy  saints,  and  seek  thy  face  ; 
Oft  have  I  seen  thy  glory  there, 
And  felt  the  power  of  sovereign  grace. 

f  5  I'll  lift  my  hands,  I'll  raise  my  voice, 

While  I  have  breath  to  pray  or  praise ; 
This  work  shall  make  my  heart  rejoice, 
And  spend  the  remnant  of  my  days. 

FOURTH  PART.     S.  M—  Watchman. 
Seeking  God. 

off       1  MY  God,  permit  my  tongue 
This  joy,  to  call  thee  mine; 
And  let  my  early  cries  prevail 
To  taste  thy  love  divine. 

2  My  thirsty,  fainting  soul 
Thy  mercy  doth  implore: 
Not  travellers  in  desert  lands 
Can  pant  for  waters  more. 


63, 


112  PSALMS 

3  Within  thy  churches,  Lord, 
I  long  to  find  a  place; 
Thy  power  and  glory  to  behold, 
And  feel  thy  quick'ning  grace. 

p  4  For  life  without  thy  love 

No  relish  can  afford ; 
cr  No  joy  can  be  compar'd  with  this, 

To  serve  and  please  the  Lord. 

5  To  thee  I'll  lift  my  hands; 
/  I'll  praise  thee,  while  I  live; 

Not  the  rich  dainties  of  a  feast, 
Such  food  or  pleasures  give. 

PAUSE. 

II        6  In  wakeful  hours  of  night 
I  call  my  God  to  mind ; 
I  think  how  wise  thy  counsels  are, 
And  all  thy  dealings  kind. 

7  Since  thou  hast  been  my  help, 
To  thee  my  spirit  flies; 
And  on  thy  watchful  providence, 
My  cheerful  hope  relies. 

di        8  The  shadow  of  thy  wings 
My  soul  in  safety  keeps : 

cr  I  follow  where  my  Father  leads, 

And  he  supports  my  steps. 

r*A  S.  P.  M.— Dalston. 

V/~r«  Prayer  in  reference  to  revilcrs. 

aff^  1  1  SAVE  me  from  evil  men, 
The  impious  and  profane, 

That  would  thy  heritage  destroy; 
How  bitter  are  their  words, 
More  keen  than  pointed  swords, 

To  wound  our  peace,  and  mar  our  joy. 

2  Together  they  prepare 
The  secret  pit  or  snare, 

Nor  think  that  God  will  see  or  know; 
While  those  who  tread  that  way, 
The  thoughtless  and  the  gay, 

Pursue  the  path  to  endless  wo. 


PSALM?.  1 13 

3  Yet  while  against  the  skies, 

Such  men  of  malice  rise, 
Thine  hand  oft  sweeps  them  to  the  grave; 
/*-v         Oh  then,  beyond  the  tomb, 

How  dreadful  is  their  doom, 
Where  no  kind  arm  is  found  to  save ! 

t  »      4  But  if  thy  sovereign  grace, 

Reclaims  them  from  their  ways, 
ri         The  saints  shall  bid  their  songs  arise; 
The  world  shall  see  and  hear, 
Sinners  in  Zion  fear, 
And  bow  before  th'  offended  skies. 

Dwight 


65, 


FIRST  PART.     L.  M.—  Uxbridge.     Lit  ton. 
Public  prayer  and  praise. 


1  THE  praise  of  Zion  waits  for  thee, 

And  praise,  O  God,  becomes  thy  house ; 
There  shall  thy  saints  thy  glory  see, 
And  there  perform  their  public  vows. 

p     2  O  thou,  whose  mercy  bends  the  skies, 
To  save  when  humble  sinners  pray  ; 

cr       All  lands  to  thee  shall  lift  their  eyes, 
And  every  yielding  heart  obey. 

ri  3  Blest  is  the  man  whom  thou  wilt  choose, 
And  give  him  kind  access  to  thee  ; 
Give  him  a  place  within  thy  house, 
To  taste  thy  love  divinely  free. 

ex  4  Let  scoffers  fear  when  Zion  prays, 
Rebels  prepare  for  long  distress; 

mes    When  Zion's  God  himself  arrays 
In  terror  and  in  righteousness. 

ag  5  With  dreadful  glory  God  fulfils 

What  his  afflicted  saints  request, 
When  his  avenging  arm  reveals 
di  That  love  which  gives  his  churches  rest 

vi  6  Then  will  the  flocking  nations  run 

To  Zion's  hill,  and  own  their  Lord  ; 
The  rising  and  the  setting  sun 
Shall  see  the  Saviour's  name  ador  d. 
10* 


114  PSALMS. 


SECOND  PART.     L.  M.-  Park-street. 
A  summer's  morning. 


65. 

vi   1  AT  God's  command  the  morning  ray 
Smiles  in  the  east  and  leads  the  day; 
Seasons  and  times  obey  his  voice, 
The  evening  and  the  morn  rejoice. 

2  'Tis  from  his  wat'ry  stores  on  high, 
He  gives  the  thirsty  ground  supply  , 

The  yielding  earth  made  soft  with  show'rs, 
Dresses  herself  with  plants  and  flow'rs. 

3  The  desert  grows  a  fruitful  field, 
Abundant  food  the  valleys  yield  : 

f       The  plains  lift  up  their  cheerful  voice, 
The  hills  repeat  the  echoing  joys. 

4  Thy  works  pronounce  thy  power  divine, 
O'er  every  field  thy  glories  shine  ; 
Through  every  month  thy  gifts  appear; 
Great  God,  thy  goodness  crowns  the  year. 


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THIRD  PART.     C.  M.—Barby. 
Worship  in  the  house  of  God. 

1  PRAISE  waits  in  Zion,  Lord,  for  thee  ; 
There  shall  our  vows  be  paid; 
Thou  hast  an  ear  when  sinners  pray ; 
All  flesh  shall  seek  thine  aid. 

off" 2  Lord,  our  iniquities  prevail, 

But  pard'ning  grace  is  thine ; 
And  thou  wilt  grant  us  pow'r  and  skill 
To  conquer  every  sin. 

vi  3  Blest  are  the  men  whom  thou  wilt  choose 
To  bring  them  near  thy  face ; 
Give  them  a  dwelling  in  thy  house, 
To  feast  upon  thy  grace. 

4  In  answering  what  thy  church  requests, 
f  Thy  tn  In  and  terror  shine  ; 

Anil  works  of  dreadful  righteousness 
Fulfil  thy  kind  design. 

di  5  Thus  shall  the  wond'ring  nations  see 
The  Lord  is  good  and  just ; 
And  distant  islands  fly  to  thee, 
And  make  thy  name  their  trust. 


PSaLMS.  115 

£»/T  FOURTH  PART.     C.  M.-Coren/ry. 

xJtJ  •  God's  providential  rare  in  the  seasons,  &n. 

/   1  'TIS  by  thy  strength  the  mountains  stand, 

God  of  eternal  pow'r  ; 
di      The  sea  grows  calm  at  thy  command, 
p  And  tempests  cease  to  roar. 

cr  2  Thy  morning  light  and  evening  shade 
Successive  comforts  bring; 
Thy  plenteous  fruits  make  harvest  glad, 
Thy  flow'rs  adorn  the  spring. 

3  Seasons,  and  times,  and  months,  and  hours 

Heav'n,  earth,  and  air,  are  thine ; 
When  clouds  distil  in  fruitful  show'rs, 
The  Author  is  divine. 

4  Those  wand'ring  fountains  in  the  sky, 

Borne  by  the  winds  around, 
With  wat'ry  treasures  well  supply 
The  furrows  of  the  ground. 

Cf  The  thirsty  ridges  drink  their  fill, 
And  ranks  of  corn  appear; 
Thy  ways  abound  with  blessings  still, 
Thy  goodness  crowns  the  year. 

£»/T        FIFTH  PART.     C.  M.— Retirement.     Coventry. 
\JtJ  •  Spring,  for  the  husbandman. 

vi   1  GOOD  is  the  Lord,  the  heav'nly  King, 
Who  makes  the  earth  his  care ; 
Visits  the  pastures  every  spring, 
And  bids  the  grass  appear. 

2  The  clouds,  like  rivers  rais'd  on  high, 

Pour  out  at  thy  command 
Their  wat'ry  blessings  from  the  sky, 
To  cheer  the  thirsty  land. 

3  The  soften'd  ridges  of  the  field 

Permit  the  corn  to  spring  ; 
The  valleys  rich  provisions  yield, 
And  cheerful  lab'rers  sing. 

4  The  little  hills  on  every  side 

Rejoice  at  falling  show'rs  ; 
The  meadows,  drest  in  all  their  pride, 
Perfume  the  air  with  flow'rs. 


116  PSALMS. 

di  5  The  barren  clods  refresh'd  with  rain, 

Promise  a  joyful  crop  ; 
cr      The  parching  grounds  look  green  again, 

And  raise  the  reaper's  hope. 

6  The  various  months  thy  goodness  crowns, 
How  bounteous  are  thy  ways  ! 
The  bleating  flocks  spread  o'er  the  downs, 
f  And  shepherds  shout  thy  praise. 

f*f*  FIRST  PART.     C.  M.— New  Cambridge. 

VJ  \J  •  Praise  to  the  Creator. 

f      1  SING,  all  ye  nations,  to  the  Lord, 
Sing  with  a  joyful  noise; 
With  melody  of  sound  record 
His  honors  and  your  joys. 

2  Say  to  the  power  that  rules  the  sky, 
ma  How  terrible  art  thou  ! 

Sinners  before  thy  presence  fly, 
di  Or  at  thy  footstool  bow. 

'  '   3  God  made  the  ebbing  channel  dry, 
When  Israel  pass'd  the  flood; 
Then  did  the  church  renew  their  joy, 
And  triumph  in  their  God. 

cr    4  Through  watery  deeps  and  fiery  ways 
We  march  at  thy  command; 
Led  to  possess  the  promis'd  place 
By  thine  unerring  hand. 

f     5  O  bless  our  God,  and  never  cease  ; 
Ye  saints,  fulfil  his  praise; 
He  keeps  our  life,  maintains  our  peace, 
And  guides  our  doubtful  ways. 


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SECOND  PART.     C.  M.—Barby.    ex. 

•  Praise  for  hearing  prayer. 

1  NOW  shall  my  solemn  vows  be  paid 

To  that  Almighty  Power, 
Who  heard  the  long  requests  I  made 
In  my  distressful  hour. 

2  My  lips  and  cheerful  heart  prepare 

To  make  his  mercies  known ; 
Come,  ye  who  fear  my  God,  and  hear 
The  wonders  he  hath  done. 


P8ALM&  117 

off  3  When  on  my  head  sharp  sorrows  fell, 
I  sought  his  heav'nly  aid  ; 
He  sav'd  my  sinking  soul  from  hell, 
p  And  death's  eternal  shade. 

'  J     4  Had  sin  lain  cover'd  in  my  heart, 

While  prayer  employ'd  my  tongue, 
The  Lord  had  shown  me  no  regard, 
Nor  I  his  praises  sung. 

vi    5  But  God — his  name  be  ever  blest — 
Hath  set  my  spirit  free  ; 
He  listened  to  my  poor  request, 
Nor  turn'd  his  heart  from  me. 


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FIRST  PART.     C.  M.— Colchester. 
Prayer  for  the  enlargement  of  the  church. 

vi     1  SHINE,  mighty  God,  on  Zion  shine, 
With  beams  of  heav'nly  grace  ; 
Reveal  thy  pow'r  through  all  the  land, 
And  show  thy  smiling  face. 

2  When  shall  thy  name  from  shore  to  shore 
Sound  through  the  earth  abroad, 
And  distant  nations  know  and  love 
Their  Saviour  and  their  God  ? 

a     3  Sing  to  the  Lord.,  ye  distant  lands, 
f  Sing  loud  with  solemn  voice  ; 

Let  every  tongue  exalt  his  praise, 
And  every  heart  rejoice. 

4  Earth  shall  obey  his  high  command, 
And  yield  her  full  increase ; 
And  God  will  crown  each  chosen  land 
With  fruitfu'ness  and  peace. 

SVy        SECOND  PART.     S.  M.—  Watchman.     Clapton. 
'J  I  •  Same  subject. 

p       1  TO  bless  thy  chosen  race, 
In  mercy,  Lord,  incline  ; 
And  cause  the  brightness  of  thy  face 
On  all  thy  saints  to  shine. 

zt      2  That  so  thy  wondrous  way 

May  through  the  world  be  known; 
While  distant  lands  their  homage  pay, 
And  thy  salvation  own. 


113  TSALMS. 

f       3  O,  let  them  shout  and  sing 
To  thee  in  pious  mirth; 
For  thou,  the  righteous  Judge  and  King, 
Shalt  govern  all  the  earth. 

4  Let  differing  nations  join 
To  celebrate  thy  fame  ; 
Let  all  the  world,  O  Lord,  combine 
To  praise  thy  glorious  name. 

T.  <J-  B. 

f*rj  THIRD  PART.    7's.—Nuremburg. 

\J  i  •  Same  subject. 

1  ON  thy  church,  O  Power  divine, 
Cause  thy  glorious  face  to  shine ; 
Till  the  nations  from  afar, 
Hail  her  as  their  guiding  star. 

cr    2  Then  shall  God,  with  lavish  hand, 
Scatter  blessings  o'er  the  land ; 
And  the  world's  remotest  bound, 
With  the  voice  of  praise  resound. 

Spirit  of  the  Psalms, 

r»Q  FIRST  PART.     L.  M.— Luther's  Hymn. 

UO«  Destruction  of  God's  enemies,  and  salvation  of  his  children. 

mcB  1  GOD  will  arise  in  awful  might, 

And  put  the  hosts  of  hell  to  flight; 

As  smoke  that  sought  to  clothe  the  skies, 

Before  the  rising  tempest  flies. 

ag    2  See  him  array'd  in  burning  flame, 
To  vindicate  his  glorious  name ; 
While  justice  bids  his  foes  expire, 
Like  yielding  wax  before  the  tire  ! 

3  And  while  his  thunders  rend  the  sky, 
His  name,  Jehovah,  sounds  on  high; 

vi        Sing  to  his  name,  ye  sons  of  grace  ; 
Ye  saints,  rejoice  before  his  face. 

4  He  breaks  the  captive's  heavy  chain, 
And  pris'ners  see  the  light  again ; 

ex        But  rebels  that  dispute  his  will, 

Must  dwell  in  chains  and  darkness  still. 

/     5  Kingdoms  and  thrones  to  God  belong, 
Crown  him,  ye  nations,  in  your  song ; 
His  wondrous  works  and  powers  rehearse, 
His  honors  shall  enrich  your  verse. 


PSALMS.  U9 

ag    6  He  shakes  the  heav'ns  with  loud  alarms ; 

How  terrible  is  God  in  arms  ! 
di         In  Zion  are  his  mercies  known  ; 

Zion  is  his  peculiar  throne. 

cr    7  Proclaim  him  king,  pronounce  him  blest ; 
He's  your  defence,  your  joy,  your  rest ; 
When  terrors  rise,  and  nations  faint, 
God  is  the  strength  of  every  saint. 

r»Q  SECOND  PART.     L.  M.— Park-street. 

UO»  Christ's  ascension,  and  the  gift  of  the  Spirit. 

vi.f  1  LORD,  when  thou  didst  ascend  on  high, 
Ten  thousand  angels  fill'd  the  sky; 
Those  heav'nly  guards  around  thee  wait, 
Like  chariots  that  attend  Thy  state. 

2  Not  Sinai's  mountain  could  appear 
More  glorious  when  the  Lord  was  there  *, 
While  he  pronounc'd  his  holy  law, 

And  struck  the  chosen  tribes  with  awe. 

3  How  bright  the  triumph  none  can  tell, 
When  the  rebellious  powers  of  hell, 
That  thousand  souls  had  captive  made, 
Were  all  in  chains  like  captives  led. 

4  Rais'd  by  his  Father  to  the  throne, 
He  sent  the  promis'd  Spirit  down, 
With  gifts  and  grace  for  rebel  men, 
That  God  might  dwell  on  earth  again. 


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FIRST  PART.     C.  M.— Rochester. 
Sufferings  of  Christ  for  sinners. 

FATHER,  I  sing  thy  wondrous  grace, 
I  bless  my  Saviour's  name  ; 

Who  bought  salvation  for  the  poor, 
And  bole  the  sinner's  shame. 

His  deep  distress  hath  rais'd  us  high, 

His  duty  and  his  zaal 
Fulfill'd  the  law,  which  mortals  broke, 

And  finish'd  all  thy  will. 

His  dying  groans,  his  living  songs, 
Shall  better  please  my  God, 

Than  harp  or  trumpet's  solemn  sound, 
Than  goats'  or  bullocks'  blood. 


k»  PSALMS. 

4  This  shall  his  humble  follow'rs  see, 
And  set  their  hearts  at  rest ; 
They  h)'  his  death  draw  near  to  thee, 
And  live  for  ever  blest. 

[5  Zion  is  thine,  most  holy  God, 

Thy  Son  shall  bless  her  gates ; 
And  glory  purchas'd  by  his  biood, 
For  thy  own  Israel  waits.] 

/     G  Let  heav'n  and  all  that  dwell  on  high 
To  God  their  voices  raise  ; 
While  lands  and  seas  assist  the  sky, 
And  join  t'  advance  the  praise. 


SECOND  PART.     L.  M.—Daricen.      Vernon. 
Sufferings  of  Christ,  and  the  sinner's  salvation. 


69, 

aff  1  DEEP  in  our  hearts  let  us  record 
The  deeper  sorrows  of  our  Lord  ; 
Behold  the  rising  billows  roll, 
To  overwhelm  his  holy  soul. 

[2  Tn  long  complaints  he  spends  his  breath. 
While  hosts  of  hell  and  pow'rs  of  death, 
And  all  the  sons  of  malice  join 
To  execute  their  curs'd  design.] 

3  Yet,  gracious  God,  thy  power  and  love 
Have  made  the  curse  a  blessing  prove  ; 
Those  dreadful  sufferings  of  thy  Son, 
Aton'd  for  crimes  which  man  had  done. 

4  The  pangs  of  our  expiring  Lord. 
The  honors  of  thy  law  restor'd  ; 

His  sorrows  made  thy  justice  known, 

And  paid  for  follies  not  his  own. 
cx^5  Oh,  for  his  sake,  our  guilt  forgive, 

And  let  the  mourning  sinner  live  ! 
cr        The  Lord  will  hear  us  in  his  name, 

Nor  shall  our  hope  be  turned  to  shame. 

tyf\  FIRST  PART.     7's.— German  Hymn. 

I  \J*  Prayer  against  spiritual  enemies. 

aff       1  HASTEN,  Lord,  to  my  release, 
Haste  to  help  me,  O  my  God  ! 
Foes,  like  armed  bands  increase ; 
Turn  them  back  the  way  they  trod. 


PSALMS.  121 

pL  ag  2  Dark  temptations  round  me  press. 
Evil  thoughts  my  soul  assail ; 
Doubts  and  fears  in  my  distress, 
Rise  till  flesh  and  spirit  fail. 

3  Those  that  seek  thee,  shall  rejoice, 
p  I  am  bow'd  with  misery  ; 

cr  Yet  I  make  thy  law  my  choice ; 

Turn,  my  God,  and  look  on  me. 

4  Thou  mine  only  Helper  art, 

My  Redeemer  from  the  grave : 
Strength  of  my  weak  troubled  heart, 
vi  Do  not  tarry — haste  to  save. 

Montgomery. 

r*yf\  SECOND  PART.    C.  M.— Park-street. 

4  \J»  Same  subject. 

m     10  THOU  whose  hand  the  Kingdom  sways, 
Whom  earth,  and  hell,  and  heav'n  obeys; 
To  help  thy  chosen  sons  appear, 
And  show  thy  pow'r  and  glory  near. 

vi     2  O  haste,  with  every  gift  inspir'd, 

With  glory,  truth,  and  grace  attir'd ; 
Thou  Star  of  heaven's  eternal  morn, 
Thou  Sun  whom  beams  divine  adorn  ! 

f.  m  3  Assert  the  honor  of  thy  name  ; 

O'erwhelm  thy  foes  with  fear  and  shame ; 

Bid  them  beneath  thy  footstool  lie, 
p         Nor  let  their  souls  for  ever  die. 

ri     4  Saints  shall  be  glad  before  thy  face, 

And  grow  in  love,  and  truth,  and  grace  ; 
Thy  church  shall  blossom  in  thy  sight, 
And  yield  her  fruits  of  pure  delight. 

5  O  hither,  then,  thy  footsteps  bend  : 
vi         Swift  as  a  roe,  from  hills  descend  ; 
di        Mild  as  the  Sabbath's  cheerful  ray, 
cr        Till  life  unfolds  eternal  day. 

Dwighl. 
lyi  FIRST  PART.     C.  It.— Rochester. 

I    -I  •  The  aged  saint's  reflection  and  hope. 

1  MY  GOD,  my  everlasting  hope, 
I  live  upon  thy  truth  ; 
Thy  hands  have  held  my  childhood  up, 
And  strengthen'd  all  my  youth. 
11 


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122  PSALMS. 

2  Still  has  my  life  new  wonders  seen 
Repeated  every  year ; 
Behold  my  days  that  yet  remain, 
I  trust  them  to  thy  care. 

off  3  Cast  me  not  off  when  strength  declines, 
When  hoary  hairs  arise  ; 
And  round  me  let  thy  glory  shine, 
p  Whene'er  thy  servant  dies. 

cr    4  Then  in  the  hist'ry  of  my  age, 
When  men  review  my  days, 
They'll  read  thy  love  in  every  page, 
In  eveiy  line  thy  praise. 

SECOND  PART.    C.  M.—New  Cambridge. 
Christ  our  strength  and  righteousness-. 

vi.fl  MY  Saviour,  my  Almighty  friend, 
When  I  begin  thy  praise, 
Where  will  the  growing  numbers  end, 
The  numbers  of  thy  grace  ? 

2  Thou  art  my  everlasting  trust, 

Thy  goodness  I  adore  ; 
And  since  I  knew  thy  graces  first, 
I  speak  thy  glories  more. 

3  My  feet  shall  travel  all  the  length 

Of  the  celestial  road  -r 
And  march  with  courage  in  thy  strength, 

To  see  my  Father,  God. 
p      4  When  I  am  fill'd  with  sore  distress 

For  some  surprising  sin  ; 
cr        I'll  plead  thy  perfect  righteousness, 

And  mention  none  but  thine. 

/     5  How  will  my  lips  rejoice  to  tell 
The  vict'ries  of  my  King;. 
My  soul  redeem'd  from  sin  and  hell, 
Shall  thy  salvation  sing. 

[6  My  tongue  shall  all  the  day  proclaim 
My  Saviour  and  my  God ; 
His  death  has  brought  my  foes  to  shame, 
And  sav'd  me  by  his  blood.] 

ff    7  Awake,  awake,  my  tuneful  pow'rs: 

With  this  delightful  song, 
di        I'll  entertain  the  darkest  hours, 

Nor  think  the  season  Ions:. 


PSALMS. 

•y-l  THIRD  PART.     C.  M.—  Peterborough. 

I   JL  •  Prayer  of  the  aged  saint  in  view  of  death. 

I  GOD  of  my  childhood,  and  my  youth, 
The  guide  of  all  my  days; 
I  have  declar'd  thy  heav'nly  truth, 
And  told  thy  wondrous  ways. 

aff  2  Wilt  thou  forsake  my  hoary  hairs, 
And  .eave  my  fainting  heart  ? 
Who  shall  sustain  my  sinking  years 
If  God,  my  strength,  depart? 

er    3  Let  me  thy  power  and  truth  proclaim 
To  the  surviving  age  ; 
And  leave  a  savor  of  thy  name 
When  I  shall  quit  the  stage. 

p      4  The  land  of  silence  and  of  death, 
Attends  my  next  remove  ; 

er        Oh  may  these  poor  remains  of  breath 
Teach  the  wide  world  thy  love. 

PAUSE.— Coventry. 

T '    5  Thy  righteousness  is  deep  and  nigh, 
Unsearchable  thy  deeds ; 
Thy  glory  spreads  beyond  the  sky, 
And  all  my  praise  exceeds. 

cr     G  Oft  have  I  heard  thy  threat'ning  voice, 
p  And  sunk  with  inward  grief; 

But  mid  the  loss  of  transient  joys, 
er  Thy  grace  was  my  relief 

* '    7  By  long  experience  have  I  known 

Thy  sovereign  power  to  save; 
<U        At  thy  command,  I  venture  dowrr, 
p  Securely  to  the  grave. 

pp    S  When  I  lie  buried  deep  in  dust, 

My  flesh  shall  be  thy  care ; 
cr        These  withering  limbs  with  thee  I  trust, 
/  To  raise  them  strong  and  fair. 

FOURTH  PART.     L.  M.— Luton. 
•  God  the  hope  of  the  aged. 

1  LORD,  I  have  put  my  trust  in  thee: 
Turn  not  my  confidence  to  shame: 
Thy  promise  is  a  rock  to  me  : 
»w'r  of  refuge  is  thy  name. 


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124  PSALMS. 

di    2  Thou  hast  upheld  me  from  the  womb, 

Thou  wert  my  strength  and  hope  in  youth, 
p  Now  trembling,  bending  o'er  the  tomb, 

I  lean  upon  thine  arm  of  truth. 
I T    3  Though  I  have  long  outliv'd  my  peers, 
And  stand  amid  the  world  alone  : 
A  stranger,  left  by  former  years, 
cr  I  know  my  God,  by  him  am  known. 

off  i  Cut  me  not  off  in  mine  old  age, 

Forsake  me  not,  in  life's  last  hour ; 
The  foe  hath  not  forgot  his  rage, 
og  The  lion  ravens  to  devour. 

5  Not  far,  my  God,  not  far  remove ; 

Sin  and  the  world  still  spread  their  snares : 
Stand  by  me  now,  or  they  will  prove 
Too  crafty  yet,  for  my  gray  hairs. 
f     6  Me  through  what  troubles  hast  thou  brought, 
Me  with  what  consolations  crown'd! 
Now  be  thy  last  deliv'rance  wrought ; 
di  My  soul  in  peace  with  thee  be  found. 

Montgomery. 
rJQ  FIRST  PART.     L.  M.— Luton. 

I  &  •  Universal  reign  of  Christ  on  earth. 

met  1  GREAT  Cod,  whose  universal  sway 

The  known  and  unknown  worlds  obey; 
Now  give  the  kingdom  to  thy  Son  j 
Extend  his  pow'r,  exalt  his  throne. 
2  Thy  sceptre  well  becomes  his  hand, 
All  heav'n  submits  to  his  command  ; 
His  justice  shall  avenge  the  poor, 
And  pride  and  rage  prevail  no  more. 

p      3  As  rain  on  meadows  newly  mown, 
So  shall  he  send  his  influ'nee  down; 
His  grace  on  fainting  souls  distils, 
Like  heav'nly  dew  on  thirsty  hills. 

4  The  heathen  lands  that  lie  beneath 
The  shades  of  overspreading  death, 

cr        Revive  at  his  first  dawning  light, 
And  deserts  blossom  at  the  sight. 

/     5  The  saints  shall  flourish  in  His  days, 
Drest  in  the  robes  of  joy  and  praise; 
Peace  like  a  river  from  his  throne, 
Shall  flow  to  nations  yet  unknown. 


PSALMS.  12G 

ryQ      SECOND  PART.    L.  tH.—Rothicell.     rurkstreet. 
■  r»m'  •  Christ's  kingdom  among  the  Gentiles. 

/M  ]  JESUS  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun 
Doth  his  successive  journeys  run  ; 
His  kingdom  stretch  from  shore  to  shore, 
Till  moons  shall  wax  and  wane  no  more. 

di    9,  For  him  shall  endless  prayer  be  made, 
cr        And  praises  throng  to  crown  his  head  ; 
p  His  name  like  sweet  perfume  shall  rise, 

With  every  morning  sacrifice. 

vi    3  People  and  realms  of  every  tongue, 

Dwell  on  his  love  with  sweetest  song; 

di        And  infant  voices  shall  proclaim 

Their  early  blessings  on  his  name. 

f     4  Blessings  abound  where'er  he  reigns, 
The  jo}"ful  pris'ner  bursts  his  chains; 

di        The  weary  find  eternal  rest, 

And  all  the  sons  of  want  are  blest. 

'.<Jf  5  Where  he  displays  his  healing  power, 

Death  and  the  curse  are  known  no  more 
In  him  the  tribes  of  Adam  boast 
More  blessings  than  their  father  lost. 

Jf    6  Let  every  creature  rise  and  bring 
Peculiar  honors  to  our  King; 
Angels  descend  with  songs  again, 
And  earth  repeat  the  loud  Amen. 


72. 


THIRD  PART.     Ta.— Song  of  Jubilee. 
Christ's  reign  upon  earth. 

1  HASTEN,  Lord,  the  glorious  time, 
When  beneath  Messiah's  sway, 
Every  nation,  every  clime, 

Shall  the  gospel  call  obey. 

2  Highest  kings  his  power  shall  own. 
Heathen  tribes  his  name  adore  ; 
Satan  and  his  host  o'erthrown, 
Bound  in  chains,  shall  hurt  no  more. 


di    3 


Then  be  banish'd  grief  and  pain  ; 
Righteousness,  and  joy,  and  peace, 
Undisturb'd  shall  ever  reign. 
11* 


126  PSALMS. 

a*    4  Bless  we  then  our  gracious  Lord, 
Ever  praise  his  glorious  name ; 

/         All  his  mighty  acts  record, 

All  his  wondrous  love  proclaim. 

Spirit  of  the  Psalms. 


72, 


FOURTH  PART.    7's  and  6's.P -Missionary  H. 
Christ's  reign  upon  earth  as  the  Son  of  David. 


/Ml  HAIL  to  the  Lord's  anointed, 

Great  David's  greater  Son ! 
Hail,  in  the  time  appointed, 

His  reign  on  earth  begun ! 
He  comes  to  break  oppression, 

To  set  the  captive  free  ; 
To  take  away  transgression, 

And  rule  in  equity. 

2  He  comes  with  succor  speedy. 
To  those  who  suffer  wrong: 
di        To  help  the  poor  and  needy, 

And  bid  the  weak  be  strong; 
To  give  them  songs  for  sighing, 
Their  darkness  turn  to  light, 
p         Whose  souls  condemn'd  and  dying, 
Were  precious  in  his  sight. 

cr    3  He  shall  come  down  like  showers, 
Upon  the  fruitful  earth  ; 
And  love  and  joy,  like  flowers, 
Spring  in  his  path,  to  birth ; 
vi        Before  him.  on  the  mountains, 
Shall  peace,  the  herald  go ; 
And  righteousness,  in  fountains, 
From  hill  to  valley  flow. 

4  For  him  shall  prayer  unceasing. 
And  daily  vows  ascend ; 
cr        His  kingdom  still  increasing, 
A  kingdom  without  end  : 
The  tide  of  time  shall  never 
His  covenant  remove ; 
/        His  name  shall  stand  for  ever, 
That  name  to  us  is  love. 

Montgomery. 


PSALMS.  157 

ryQ  FIRST  PART.     C.  ti.— Dundee. 

4  O*  God  our  support  and  portion. 

aff  1  GOD,  my  supporter  and  my  hope, 
My  help  for  ever  near  ; 
Thine  arm  of  mercy  held  me  up, 
When  sinking  in  despair. 

cr    2  Thy  counsels,  Lord,  shall  guide  my  feet 
Through  life's  dark  wilderness; 
Thy  hand  conduct  me  near  thy  seat, 
To  dwell  before  thy  face. 

di    3  Were  I  in  heav'n  without  my  God, 
'T would  be  no  joy  to  me; 
And  while  this  earth  is  my  abode, 
I  long  for  none  but  thee. 

p'U  What  if  the  springs  of  life  were  broke, 
And  flesh  and  heart  should  faint  ? 

cr        God  is  my  soul's  eternal  Rock, 
The  strength  of  every  saint. 

5  Behold,  the  sinners  that  remove 
Far  from  thy  presence,  die; 
Not  all  the  idol-gods  they  love, 
Can  save  them  when  they  cry.] 

6  But  to  draw  near  to  thee,  my  God, 
Shall  be  my  sweet  employ; 
/         My  tongue  shall  sound  thy  works  abroad. 
And  tell  the  world  my  joy. 

rVQ  SECOND  PART.     L.  M.— Derby. 

I  *-*•  Awful  result  of  the  sinner's  prosperity. 

aff  1  LORD,  what  a  thoughtless  wretch  was  I, 
To  mourn,  and  murmur,  and  repine ; 
To  see  the  wicked  plac'd  on  high, 
In  pride  and  robes  of  honor  shine. 

ex    2  But  oh  their  end,  their  dreadful  end  ! 
Thy  sanctuary  taught  me  so: 
On  slipp'ry  rocks  I  see  them  stand, 
And  fiery  billows  roll  below. 

p"3  Now  let  them  boast  how  tall  they  rise, 
I'll  never  envy  them  again  ; 
There  they  may  stand  with  haughty  eyes, 
Till  they  plunge  deep  in  endless  pain. 


128  PSALMS. 

cr    4  Their  fancied  joys,  how  fast  they  flee  ! 
Like  dreams,  as  fleeting  and  as  vain  ; 
Their  songs  of  richest  harmony, 
Are  but  a  prelude  to  their  pain. 

5  Now  I  esteem  their  mirth  and  wine 

Too  dear,  to  purchase  with  my  blood, 
Lord,  'tis  enough  that  thou  art  mine  ; 
My  life,  my  portion,  and  my  God. 

rVQ       THIRD  PART.    S.  M.—  Watchman.     Psalm  25. 
I  *.}•         Sinners  not  to  be  envied  in  their  prosperity. 

1   SURE  there's  a  righteous  God, 
Nor  is  religion  vain  ; 
Though  men  of  vice  may  boast  aloud, 
And  men  of  grace  complain. 

cr    2  I  saw  the  wicked  rise, 
di  And  felt  my  heart  repine  ; 

cr        While  haughty  fools,  with  scornful  eyes 
Would  high  in  honor  shine. 

3  The  tumult  of  my  thought 
Held  me  in  hard  suspense, 
Till  to  thy  house  my  feet  were  brought 
To  learn  thy  justice  thence. 

vi    4  Thy  word,  with  light  and  power. 
Did  my  mistake  amend; 
I  saw  the  sinner's  life  before  ; 
But  here  I  learn'd  his  end. 

5  On  what  a  slippery  steep 

The  thoughtless  wretches  go  ! 
ag       And  oh,  that  dreadful  fiery  deep, 
That  waits  their  fall  below  ! 

p     6  Lord,  at  thy  feet  I  bow, 

My  thoughts  no  more  repine ; 

cr        I  call  my  God,  my  portion  now, 
And  all  my  powers  are  thine. 

tyi  C.  M.— Mor eland. 

•  ■^r»  Prayer  under  declension  and  persecution. 

aff  1  WILL  God  for  ever  cast  us  off? 
His  wrath  for  ever  smoke, 
Against  the  people  of  his  love — 
His  little  chosen  flock  ? 


PSALMS.  120 

2  Think  of  the  tribes,  so  dearly  bought 

AVith  their  Redeemer's  blood  5 
Nor  let  thy  Zion  be  forgot, 
Where  once  thy  glory  stood. 

3  Oh,  come  to  our  relief  in  haste, 

Aloud  the  ruin  calls  ; 
See  what  a  wide  and  fearful  waste 

Is  made  within  thy  walls. 
[4  The  wicked  labor  to  destroy 

Our  heritage  and  rest : 
"  Come,  let  us  seize  at  once,"  they  cry, 

"  The  temple  and  the  priest."] 

5  And  still  to  heighten  our  distress, 
di  Thy  presence  is  withdrawn: 

Thy  wonted  signs  of  power  and  grace — 
p  Are  they  for  ever  gone  ? 

cr    6  Speak  to  our  souls,  and  heal  our  wo, 
Bid  us  no  longer  mourn  ; 
Spirit  of  Grace,  in  mercy  show 
Thy  tokens  of  return. 

r*f  £T  L.  M.—  Seasons.     Duke-street. 

I  tJ  •  Applied  to  the  American  Revolution. 

1  TO  thee,  most  high  and  holy  God, 

To  thee,  our  thankful  hearts  we  raise  j 
Thy  works  declare  thy  name  abroad, 
Thy  wondrous  works  demand  our  praise. 
di    2  To  bondage  doom'd,  our  chosen  sons, 
Beheld  their  foes  insulting  rise ; 
And  sore  oppress'd  by  earthly  thrones, 
They  sought  the  Sovereign  of  the  skies. 
cr    3  'Twas  then,  great  God,  with  equal  powr, 
Arose  thy  vengeance  and  fhy  grace  , 
To  scourge  their  legions  from  the  shore, 
And  save  the  remnant  of  our  race. 

4  Thy  hand,  that  form'd  the  restless  main, 

And  rear'd  the  mountain's  awful  head, 
Bade  raging  seas  their  course  restrain, 
And  desert  wilds  receive  their  dead. 
p"5  Such  deeds  are  never  wrought  by  chance, 
Nor  can  the  winds  such  wonders  show ; 
'Tis  God,  the  Judge,  doth  one  advance: 
'Tis  God,  that  lays  another  low. 


130  PSALMS. 

cr    6  Let  vain  oppressors  sink  their  pride, 
Nor  lift  so  high  their  scornful  head ; 
But  lay  their  violence  aside. 
And  own  the  empire  God  has  made. 


76 


C.  M. — Remembrance. 
•  God's  destruction  of  his  ancient  enemies,  the  Canaanites. 


1  IN  Judah,  God  of  old  was  known, 

His  name  in  Israel  great ; 
In  Salem  stood  his  holy  throne, 
And  Zion  was  his  seat. 

2  Among  the  praises  of  his  saints 

His  dwelling  place  he  chose  ; 
And  listen'd  to  their  just  complaints 
Against  their  haughty  foes. 

cr3  At  thy  rebuke,  O  Jacob's  God, 

What  pow'rs  and  empires  fell ! 

ag    Who  knows  the  terrors  of  thy  rod? 
Thy  vengeance,  who  can  tell  ? 

4  What  power  can  stand  before  thy  sight 
When  once  thy  wrath  appears  ? 
Whenheav'n  shines  round  with  dreadful  light. 
The  earth  adores  and  fears. 

/5  When  God  in  his  own  sovTeign  ways, 
Comes  down  to  save  th'  oppres'd  ; 
The  wrath  of  man  shall  work  his  praise, 
di        And  he'll  restrain  the  rest. 

ryty  FIRST  PART.     C.  M.—  Windsor. 

i    I  •  Feelings  of  despondency  subdued. 

ajfl  TO  God  I  cried  with  mournful  voice, 
I  sought  his  gracious  ear : 
In  the  sad  hour  when  troubles  rose 
And  fill'd  my  heart  with  fear. 

2  Sad  were  my  days,  and  dark  my  nights, 
My  soul  refus'd  relief; 
I  thought  on  God  the  just  and  wise, 
But  thoughts  increas'd  my  grief. 

p    3  Will  he  for  ever  cast  me  off? 
His  promise  ever  fail  ? 
Has  he  forgot  his  tender  love? 
Shall  anger  still  prevail  ? 


PSALMS.  131 

cr  4  But  I  forbid  this  hopeless  thought, 
This  dark  despairing  frame: 
Rememb'ring  what  thy  hand  hath  wrought 
Thy  hand  is  still  the  same. 

[5  I'll  think  again  of  all  thy  ways, 
And  talk  thy  wonders  o'er  ; 
Thy  wonders  of  recov'ring  grace — 
When  flesh  could  hope  no  more. 

6  Grace  dwells  with  justice  on  the  throne  ; 
And  men  that  love  thy  word, 
Have  in  thy  holy  temple  known. 
The  counsels  of  the  Lord.] 

ryry  SECOND  PART.    7's  and  &a.  P.— Ashfield. 

I    I  •  Faith  prevailing  in  the  midst  of  gloom. 

aff  1  IN  time  of  tribulation, 

Hear,  Lord,  my  feeble  cries  ; 
With  humble  supplication 

To  thee  my  spirit  flies  : 
My  heart  with  grief  is  breaking, 

Scarce  can  my  voice  complain; 
Mine  eyes  with  tears  kept  waking, 

Still  watch  and  weep  in  vain. 

2  The  days  of  old  in  vision, 

Bring  banish'd  bliss  to  view  : 
The  years  of  lost  fruition, 

Their  joys  in  pangs  renew  : 
Remember'd  songs  of  gladness. 

Through  night's  lone  silence  brought, 
Strike  notes  of  deeper  sadness, 

And  stir  desponding  thought. 

3  Hath  God  cast  off  for  ever? 

Can  time  his  truth  impair? 
His  tender  mercy  never 

Shall  I  presume  to  share  ? 
Hath  he  his  loving  kindness 

Shut  up  in  endless  wrath  ? 
cr        No  ;  'tis  but  human  blindness, 

That  cannot  see  his  path. 

4  Thy  way  is  in  great  waters, 

Thy  footsteps  are  unknown  ; 
Let  Adam's  sons  and  daughters 
Confide  in  thee  alone  : 


132  PSALMS. 

Thy  deeds,  O  Lord,  are  wonder ; 
Holy  are  all  thy  ways  : 
f        The  secret  place  of  thunder 
Shall  utter  forth  thy  praise. 

Montgomery. 

jyO  FIRST  PART.     C.  M.— Peterborough. 

•  O*  Children  to  be  instructed  in  the  histories  of  God's  grac'ous 
providence. 

f  ?     1  LET  children  hear  the  mighty  deeds 
Which  God  perform'd  of  old; 
Which  in  our  younger  years  we  saw, 
And  which  our  fathers  told. 

2  He  bids  us  make  his  glories  known, 

His  works  of  power  and  grace  ; 
And  we'll  convey  his  wonders  down 
Through  every  rising  race. 

3  Our  lips  shall  tell  them  to  our  sons, 

And  they  again  to  theirs ; 
That  generations  yet  unborn 
May  teach  them  to  their  heirs. 

4  Thus  shall  they  learn,  in  God  alone 

Their  hope  securely  stands  ; 
That  they  may  ne'er  forget  his  works, 
But  practise  his  commands. 

f-YQ        SECOND  PART.     L.  M  —  Uxbridge.     Sterling. 
I  O*  God's  merciful  dealings  with  his  backsliding  people. 

t  ?     1  GREAT  God,  how  oft  did  Israel  prove, 
By  turns  thine  anger  and  thy  love  ! 
There  in  a  glass,  our  hearts  may  see 
How  fickle  and  how  false  they  be. 

2  How  soon  the  faithless  Jews  forgot 
The  dreadful  wonders  God  had  wrought ! 
Then  they  provok'd  him  to  his  face, 
Nor  fear'd  his  power,  nor  sought  his  grace. 
cr    3  The  Lord  consum'd  their  years  in  pain, 
And  made  their  travels  long  and  vain ; 
A  tedious  march  through  unknown  ways, 
Wore  out  their  strength,  and  spent  their  days. 

aff  4  Oft  when  they  saw  their  brethren  slain, 
They  mourn'd,  and  sought  the  Lord  again  ; 
CalPd  him  the  Rock  of  their  abode, 
Their  great  Redeemer,  and  their  God. 


PSALMS,  133 

dill 5  Their  prayers  and  vows,  too  oft  would  rise 
As  flattering  words  or  solemn  lies  ; 
And  their  rebellious  tempers  prove 
False  to  his  cov'nant  and  his  love. 

cr     6  Yet  did  his  sovereign  grace  forgive 
The  men  deserving  not  to  live  ; 
His  anger  oft  away  he  turn'd, 
Or  else  with  gentle  flame  it  burn'd. 

7  He  saw  their  flesh  was  weak  and  frail. 
He  saw  temptations  still  prevail ; 
The  God  of  Abraham  spar'd  them  still, 
And  led  them  to  his  holy  hill. 

t-VQ  C.  M.— Mor eland. 

I  «-/  •        Complaint  of  the  church  against  her  enemies. 

ex    1  ATTEND,  O  Lord,  while  hosts  of  foes 
Thy  heritage  invade ; 
Thy  Salem  has  become  a  heap, 
Thy  house  a  ruin  made. 

2  Behold  us,  Lord,  a  remnant  sad, 

Of  peace  and  hope  forlorn! 
Of  every  mouth  the  vile  reproach, 
Of  every  eye  the  scorn. 

3  How  long  shall  thy  fierce  anger  burn  ? 

How  long  delay  thy  grace? 
How  long  thy  hapless  children  mourn 
The  hidings  of  thy  face. 

cr     4  Help,  Lord  of  Hosts,  for  Jesus'  sake, 
The  glory  of  thy  name  ! 
Cleanse  us  from  guilt,  our  hearts  renew, 
And  wipe  away  our  shame. 

f    5  Arise,  O  God  !  and  let  thy  hand 
In  awful  glory  shine: 
Then  shall  our  haughty  raging  foes 
Confess  thy  name  divine. 

Qf\  L-  M.— Derby. 

OV/«         The  church's  prayer  in  time  of  desertion. 

aff  1  GREAT  Shepherd  of  thine  Israel, 

Who  didst  between  the  cherubs  dwell, 
And  lead  the  tribes,  thy  chosen  sheep, 
Safe  through  the  desert  and  the  deep  : 
12 


134  PSALMS. 

2  Thy  church  is  in  the  desert  now ; 

Shine  from  on  high,  and  guide  us  through, 
Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  restore  :■ 
We  shall  be  sav'd,  and  sigh  no  more. 

wj^  3  Great  God,  whom  heav'nly  hosts  obey 
How  long  shall  we  lament  and  pray, 
And  wait  in  vain  thy  kind  return  ? 
How  long  shall  thy  fierce  anger  burn? 

p  T  T  4  Instead  of  cheerful  wine  and  bread, 

The  saints  with  their  own  tears  are  fed  : 

cr        Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  restore  ; 

We  shall  be  sav'd,  and  sigh  no  more. 

PAUSE. 

I  I    5  Hast  thou  not  planted  with  thy  hand, 
This  lovely  vine  within  thy  land  ?' 
Did  not  thy  power  defend  it  round, 
And  heavenly  dews  enrich  the  ground  ? 
6  How  did  the  spreading  branches  shoot. 
Filling  the  land  with  precious  fruit! 

di        But  now,  O  Lord,  look  down  and  see 
Thy  mourning  vine  in  sad  decay. 

p  IT  7  Why  is  its  beauty  thus  defac'd  ? 

Why  are  its  fences  thus  laid  waste  T 
Strangers  and  foes  against  it  join, 
And  beasts  of  prey  devour  the  vine. 

cr/~v8  Return,  Almighty  God,  return  ! 

Nor  longer  let  thy  vineyard  mourn  : 
Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  restore ; 
We  shall  be  sav'd,  and  sigh  no  more,. 

S.  M.—  Clapton. 
God's  warning  to  his  people. 

/     1  SING  to  the  Lord  aloud, 

And  make  a  joyful  noise  ; 
God  is  our  strength,  our  Saviour  God, 
Let  Israel  hear  his  voice. 
112"  From  idols  false  and  vain, 

Preserve  my  worship  clean  ;. 
I  am  the  Lord,  who  broke  thy  chain 
Of  slavery  and  sin. 

3  "  Stretch  thy  desires  abroad, 

And  I'll  supply  them  well ; 
But  if  ye  will  refuse  your  God, 
If  Israel  will  rebel; 


81 


PSALMS.  u 

4  "  I'll  leave  them,"  saith  the  Lord, 
"  To  their  own  lusts  a  prey  ; 
And  let  them  run  the  dang'rous  road  ; 
'Tis  their  own  chosen  way. 

off  5  "  Yet  O,  that  all  my  saints, 

Would  hearken  to  my  voice ; 
Soon  I  would  ease  their  sore  complaints, 
And  bid  their  hearts  rejoice. 

<3  "  While  dealing  with  their  foes, 
I'd  richly  feed  my  flock, 
vi        And  bid  them  taste  the  stream  that  flows 
From  their  eternal  Rock." 


L.  M.—Sterting. 

God  the  supreme  ruler  of  rulers. 


82. 

* »     1  AMONG  th'  assemblies  of  the  great, 
Jehovah  takes  his  loftier  seat ; 
The  God  of  heav'n,  as  Judge,  surveys 
Those  gods  on  earth,  and  all  their  ways. 

2  Why  should  they  then  frame  wicked  laws  ? 
Or  why  support  Lh5  unrighteous  cause? 
Why  should  they  still  oppress  the  poor; 
And  vex  thy  children  more  and  more  ? 

3  Thy  ways,  O  Go  !,  they  will  not  know. 
Dark  are  the  pat.'^s  in  which  they  go: 
Their  name  of  earthly  "  gods"  is  vain, 
For  they  shall  fall  and  die  like  men. 

f    -A  Arise,  O  God,  rod  let  thy  Son 
Possess  his  universal  throne, 
And  rule  the  rations  with  his  rod  ; 
He  is  our  Judge,  and  he  our  God. 

jQQ  &  M.  -Watchman.     Clapton. 

\DtJ  •  Complaint  against  persecutors. 

off       I  AND  will  the  God  of  grace 
Perpetual  silence  keep  ? 
The  God  of  justice  hold  his  peace, 
And  bid  his  children  weep  ? 

2  Behold  what  cruel  snares 

The  men  of  mischief  spread; 
The  men  that  hate  thy  saints  and  thee. 
Lift  up  their  threat'ning  head. 


136  PSALMS. 

3  Against  thy  hidden  ones, 

Their  counsels  they  employ  : 
While  malice,  with  her  watchful  eye, 
Pursues  them  to  destroy. 

f        4  Awake,  Almighty  God, 

And  call  to  mind  thy  power : 
di  Cause  them  to  bow  before  thy  will, 

p  To  tremble  and  adore. 

cr        5  Subdue  their  madness,  Lord, 

And  make  them  seek  thy  name , 
ag  Or  else  their  impious  rage  confound, 

And  turn  their  pride  to  shame. 
f.m    6  Then  shall  the  nations  know, 

That  glorious,  dreadful  word; 
Jehovah  is  thy  name  alone, 

And  thou,  the  sovereign  Lord. 

QA  FIRST  PART.    L.  M.— Repose.    Seaso?is. 

O^rU  The  pleasure  of  public  worship. 

1  HOW  pleasant,  how  divinely  fair, 

O  Lord  of  Hosts  !  thy  dwellings  are  : 
With  long  desire  my  spirit  faints, 
To  meet  th'  assemblies  of  thy  saints. 

2  My  flesh  would  rest  in  thine  abode  ; 
ex        My  panting  heart  cries  out  for  God  : 

My  God,  my  King  !  why  should  I  be 
So  far  from  all  my  joys  and  thee? 
vi    3  Blest  are  the  saints  who  sit  on  high, 
Around  thy  throne  of  majesty; 
Thy  brightest  glories  shine  above  ; 
And  all  their  work  is  praise  and  love. 
4  Blest  are  the  saints  who  find  a  place 
Within  the  temples  of  thy  grace: 
There  they  behold  thy  gentler  rays, 
And  seek  thy  face,  and  learn  thy  praise. 
[5  Blest  are  the  men  whose  hearts  are  set 
To  find  the  way  to  Zion's  gate  ; 
God  is  their  strength,  and  through  the  road, 
They  lean  upon  their  helper,  God.] 

6  Cheerful  they  walk  with  glowing  strength 
Till  all  shall  meet  in  heav'n  at  length; 
Till  all  before  thy  face  appear, 
And  join  in  nobler  worship  there. 


PSALMS.  137 

O  A  SECOND  PART.     L.  W.—Rothicell. 

O^r.  Public  worship  ;  or,  grace  and  glory. 

1  GREAT  God,  attend  while  Zion  sings 
The  joy  that  from  thy  presence  springs: 
To  spend  one  day  with  thee  on  earth. 
Exceeds  a  thousand    days  of  mirth. 
di    2  Might  I  enjoy  the  meanest  place 

Within  thy  house,  O  God  of  grace ; 
Not  tents  of  ease,  nor  thrones  of  power, 
Should  tempt  my  feet  to  leave  thy  door. 

cr    3  God  is  our  sun,  he  makes  our  day; 

God  is  our  shield,  he  guards  our  way 
From  all  th'  assaults  of  hell  and  sin, 
From  foes  without  and  foes  within. 

4  All  needful  grace  will  God  bestow, 
And  crown  that  grace  with  glory  too  ; 
' '         He  gives  us  all  things,  and  withholds 
No  real  good  from  upright  souls. 

m.fo  O  God,  our  King,  thy  sovereign  sway 
The  glorious  hosts  of  heav'n  obey; 
While  rebels  at  thy  presence  flee  : 
Blest  is  the  man  who  trusts  in  thee. 


84. 


THIRD  PART.    C.  yi.— Colchester.     Chester. 

[PARAPHRASED.] 

Delijrht  in  the  ordinances  of  worship. 


1  MY  soul,  how  lovely  is  the  place, 
To  which  thy  God  resorts ; 
'Tis  heav'n  to  see  his  smiling  face, 
Though  in  his  earthly  courts. 

tux  2  There  the  great  Monarch  of  the  skies 
His  saving  power  displays: 

cr        And  light  breaks  in  upon  our  eyes, 
With  kind  and  quick'ning  rays. 

3  With  his  rich  gifts  the  heavenly  Dove 
di  Descends  and  fills  the  place ; 

While  Christ  reveals  his  wondrous  love, 
And  sends  abroad  his  grace. 

cr    4  There,  mighty  God,  thy  words  declare 
The  secrets  of  thy  will  : 
And  still  we  seek  thy  mercy  there, 
And  sing  thy  praises  still. 
12* 


133  PSALMS. 

PAUSE. 

off  5  My  heart  and  flesh  cry  out  for  thee, 
While  far  from  thy  abode ; 
When  shall  I  tread  thy  courts,  and  see 
My  Saviour  and  my  God  ? 

p  M  6  To  sit  one  day  beneath  thine  eye, 

And  hear  thy  gracious  voice, 
cr        Exceeds  a  whole  eternity, 

Employ'd  in  carnal  joys. 
7  Lord,  at  thy  threshold  I  would  wait, 

While  Jesus  is  within, 
Rather  than  fill  a  throne  of  state, 

Or  live  in  tents  of  sin. 
f     8  Could  I  command  the  spacious  land, 

And  the  more  boundless  sea  ; 
di        For  one  blest  hour  at  thy  right  hand, 

I'd  give  them  both  away. 

O  A      FOUrvTH  PART.    H.  M.— Bethesda.     Weymouth. 
Ot!»  Longing  for  the  house  of  God. 

»  I         1  LORD,  of  the  worlds  above, 
How  pleasant  and  how  fair, 
The  dwellings  of  thy  love, 
Thine  earthly  temples  are : 
cr  To  thine  abode 

My  heart  aspires, 
With  warm  desires, 
To  see  my  God. 
M       [2  The  sparrow  for  her  young, 
With  pleasure  seeks  a  nest, 
And  wand'ring  swallows  long 
To  find  their  wonted  rest ; 
My  spirit  faints 
With  equal  zeal, 
To  rise  and  dwell 
Among  thy  saints.] 
f        3  O  happy  souls,  that  pray 

Where  God  appoints  to  hear ! 
O  happy  men  that  pay 
Their  constant  service  there ! 
'  They  praise  thee  still ; 

And  happy  they 
That  love  the  way 
To  Zion's  hill. 


PSALMS.  1SU 

4  They  go  from  strength  to  strength, 
Through  this  dark  vale  of  tears  j 
Till  each  arrives  at  length, 
Till  each  in  heav'n  appears  : 
f  O  glorious  seat, 

When  God,  our  King, 
Shall  thither  bring 
Our  willing  feet, 

PAUSE. 

/         5  To  spend  one  sacred  day 

Where  God  and  saints  abide, 
Affords  diviner  joy 

Than  thousand  days  beside; 
Where  God  resorts, 
I  love  it  more 
To  keep  the  door, 
Than  shine  in  courts. 

6  God  is  our  sun  and  shield, 
Our  light  and  our  defence ; 
With  gifts  his  hands  are  fill'd, 
We  draw  our  blessings  thence : 
He  shall  bestow, 
On  Jacob's  race, 
Peculiar  grace, 
And  glory  too. 

it        7  The  Lord  his  people  loves  ; 

His  hand  no  good  withholds, 
From  those  his  heart  approves; 
From  pure  and  pious  souls : 
cr  Thrice  happy  he, 

O  God  of  hosts  ! 
Whose  spirit  trusts 
Alone  in  thee. 


84. 


FIFTH  PART.    II.  M.— Hartford. 
Longing  for  God's  house. 


1  HOW  lovely  and  how  fair, 
O  Lord  of  hosts,  to  me 
Thy  tabernacles  are ! 
My  flesh  cries  out  for  thee : 
iff      My  heart  and  soul,  with  heav'nward  fire, 
To  thee,  the  living  God,  aspire. 


140  PSALMS. 

f^2  Lord  God  of  hosts,  give  ear, 
A  gracious  answer  yield  ; 
O  God  of  Jacob,  hear: 

Behold,  O  God.  our  shield ; 
Look  on  thine  own  anointed  One, 
And  save  through  thy  beloved  Son. 
/;  M  3  Lord,  I  would  rather  stand 
A  keeper  at  thy  gate, 
Than  on  the  king's  right  hand. 

In  tents  of  worldly  state : 
To  live  within  thy  courts  one  day, 
Is  worth  a  thousand  cast  away. 
cr    4  God  is  a  sun  of  light, 

Glory  and  grace  to  shed; 
f        God  is  a  shield  of  might, 

To  guard  the  faithful  head : 
vi        O  Lord  of  hosts,  how  happy  he, 

The  man  who  puts  his  trust  in  thee. 

Montgomery. 

Q£C  FIRST  PART.    L.  M.— Repose.     Seasons. 

(~JtJ»  Deliverance  begun  and  completed. 

1  LORD  thou  hast  call'd  thy  grace  to  mind, 
Thou  hast  revers'd  our  heavy  doom  ; 

So  God  forgave  when  Israel  sinn'd, 
And  brought  his  wand'ring  captives  home 

2  Thou  hast  begun  to  set  us  free, 
And  made  thy  fiercest  wrath  abate  ; 
Now  let  our  hearts  be  turn'd  to  thee, 
And  thy  salvation  be  compete, 

3  Revive  our  dying  graces,  Lord, 
cr        And  let  thy  saints  in  thee  rejoice  ; 

Make  known  thy  truth,  fulfil  thy  word, 
/        And  to  thy  praise  attune  our  voice. 

di.wA  We  wait  to  hear  what  God  will  say; 
p  He'll  speak,  and  give  his  people  peace ; 

cr        But  let  them  run  no  more  astray. 
Lest  his  returning  wrath  increase. 

0£T  SECOND  PART.    L.  M.— Luton. 

Ot/i  Salvation  by  Christ. 

1  SALVATION  is  for  ever  nigh 
The  souls  that  fear  and  trust  the  Lord  ; 
And  grace  descending  from  on  high, 
Fresh  hopes  of  glory  shall  afford. 


TSALMS.  HI 

2  Mercy  and  truth  on  earth  are  met, 

Since  Christ  the  Lord  came  down  from  heav'n 
By  his  obedience,  so  complete, 
Justice  is  pleas'd,  and  peace  is  given. 

cr3  Now  truth  and  honor  shall  abound, 

Religion  dwell  on  earth  again ; 

And  heav'nly  influence  bless  the  ground, 
di     In  our  Redeemer's  gentle  reign. 

4  His  righteousness  is  gone  before 
To  give  us  free  access  to  God ; 
vi     Our  wand'ring  feet  shall  stray  no  more, 
But  mark  his  steps,  and  keep  the  road. 

Q£?  C.  M.— Arlington. 

O  \J  •  A  general  song  of  praise. 

' '    1  AMONG  the  princes,  earthly  gods, 
There's  none  hath  pow'r  divine  ; 
Nor  is  their  nature,  mighty  Lord, 
Nor  are  their  works,  like  thine. 

2  The  nations  thou  hast  made,  shall  bring 
Their  ofY'rings  round  thy  throne ; 
For  thou  alone  dost  wond'rous  things, 
And  thou  art  God  alone. 

di     3  Lord,  I  would  walk  with  holy  feet, 
Teach  me  thy  heav'nly  ways, 
And  all  my  wand'ring  thoughts  unite 
In  God  my  Father's  praise. 

cr     4  Great  is  thy  mercy,  and  my  tongue 
Thy  wondrous  love  shall  tell ; 

ex        How  through  thy  grace  my  sinking  soul 
Rose  from  the  depths  of  hell. 


87. 


FIRST  PART.     L.  M.— Park-street 
Rising  glories  of  the  church. 


ptfl  1  GOD  in  his  earthly  temple  lays 

Foundations  for  his  heav'nly  praise  ; 
He  likes  the  tents  of  Jacob  well, 
But  still  in  Zion  loves  to  dwell. 

di     2  His  mercy  visits  every  house 

That  pays  its  night  and  morning  vows  ; 
But  makes  a  more  delightful  stay 
Where  churches  meet  to  praise  and  pray 


H2  PSALMS. 

cr     3  What  glories  were  describ'd  of  old. 
What  wonders  are  of  Zion  told  ! 
Thou  city  of  our  God  below, 
Thy  fame  shall  Tyre  and  Egypt  know 

di    4  Egypt  and  Tyre,  and  Greek  and  Jew, 
Shall  there  begin  their  lives  anew  ; 

cr        Angels  and  men  shall  join  to  sing, 
The  hill  where  living  waters  spring. 

5  When  God  makes  up  his  last  account 
Of  natives  in  his  holy  mount; 
ri         'T  will  be  an  honor  to  appear 

As  one  new-born  or  nourish'd  there. 


SECOND  PART.    S's  and  7's.—Ch.  Hymn.    Aberdeen. 
Same  s abject. 


87. 

/Ml  GLORIOUS  things  of  thee  are  spoken 

Zion,  city  of  our  God  ; 
He  whose  word  can  ne'er  be  broken, 

'J hose  thee  for  his  own  abode. 
On  the  Rock  of  Ages  founded, 

Who  can  shake  her  sure  repose  ? 
With  salvation's  wall  surrounded, 

She  can  smile  at  all  her  foes. 

di    2  See  the  streams  of  living  waters, 

Springing  from  eternal  love, 
Well  supply  her  sons  and  daughters, 

And  the  fear  of  want  remove: 
Who  can  faint  while  such  a  river, 

Onward  flows  her  thirst  t'  assuage — 
Grace,  which  like  the  Lord,  the  giver, 

Never  fails  from  age  to  age  ? 


See  the  cloud  and  fire  appear 
cr        For  a  glory  and  a  cov'ring, 
di  Showing  that  the  Lord  is  near  ! 

/        Glorious  things  of  thee  are  spoken, 

Zion,  city  of  our  God  ; 
He  whose  word  can  ne'er  be  broken, 

Forms  thee  for  his  own  abode. 

Newton. 


PSALMS.  1  a 

QQ  FIRST  PART.    L.  M.—  Vernon.    Lutam 

00»  Death  not  the  end  of  our  being. 

off  I  SHALL  man,  O  God  of  light  and  life, 
For  ever  moulder  in  the  grave  ? 
Canst  thou  forget  thy  glorious  work, 
Thy  promise  and  thy  power  to  save  ? 

2  In  those  lone,  silent  realms  of  night. 

Shall  peace  and  hope  no  more  arise  ? 
No  future  morning  light  the  tomb, 

Nor  day-star  gild  the  darksome  skies  ? 

[3  Shall  spring  the  faded  world  revive? 

Shall  waning  moons  their  light  renew  ? 
Again  shall  setting  suns  ascend 

And  chase  the  darkness  from  our  view  ?] 

[4  Shall  life  revisit  dyin<*  worms, 
And  spread  the  joyful  insects'  wing? 

And  oh,  shall  man  awake  no  more, 
To  see  thy  face,  thy  name  to  sing?] 

di  5  Cease,  cease,  ye  vain  desponding  fears: 

When  Christ  our  Lord  from  darkness  sprang, 
ex  Death,  the  last  foe,  was  captive  led, 
f      And  heav'n  with  praise  and  wonder  rang. 

vi  6  Faith  sees  the  bright  eternal  doors, 
Unfold  to  make  her  children  way ; 
They  shall  be  cloth'd  with  endless  life, 
And  shine  in  everlasting  day. 

ag  7  The  trump  shall  sound,  the  dead  shall  wake 
From  the  cold  tomb  the  slumb'rers  spring; 

ff  Through  heav'n  with  joy  their  myriads  rise, 
And  hail  their  Saviour  and  their  King. 

fhright. 

OQ  SECOND  PART.    L.  M.— Yemen. 

(D(D»  Life  the  only  accepted  time. 

aff  1  WHILE  life  prolongs  its  precious  light, 
Mercy  is  found,  and  peace  is  giv'n  ; 

cr  But  soon,  ah,  soon  !  approaching  night, 
Shall  blot  out  every  hope  of  heav'n. 

di     2  While  God  invites,  how  blest  the  day  ! 

How  sweet  the  gospel's  charming  sound  ! 
—cr    Come  sinners  haste,  oh  haste  away, 

While  yet  a  pard'ning  God  is  found. 


144  PSALMS. 

3  Soon  borne  on  time's  most  rapid  wing, 
Shall  death  command  you  to  the  grave 
Before  God's  bar  your  spirits  bring, 
And  none  be  found  to  hear  and  save. 

di    4  In  that  lone  land  of  deep  despair, 

No  Sabbath's  heav'nly  light  shall  rise  ; 
No  God  accept  your  sinful  prayer, 
Nor  Saviour  call  you  to  the  skies. 

p      5  No  wonders  of  redeeming  love 

Shall  to  the  hopeless  dead  be  shown  ; 

cr         Nor  shall  they  hear  those  songs  above, 
That  echo  round  th'  eternal  throne. 

pp    G  Silence,  and  solitude,  and  gloom, 

In  those  forgetful  realms  appear  ; 

ex        Deep  sorrows  fill  the  dismal  tomb, 
And  hope  shall  never  enter  there. 

D  wig  nt. 


88. 


THIRD  PART.     S.  M.—  Aylesbury. 
Deliverance  in  time  of  dangerous  sickness 


1  STRETCH'D  on  the  bed  of  grief, 

In  silence  long  I  lay  ; 
For  sore  disease  and  wasting  pain 
Had  worn  my  strength  away. 

2  Then  to  the  Lord  I  prayed, 
ex  And  rais'd  a  bitter  cry  : 

"  Hear  me,  O  God,  and  save  my  soul, 
Lest  I  for  ever  die." 

p      3  He  heard  my  humble  prayer, 

He  sav'd  my  soul  from  death  ; 

cr        To  him  I'll  give  my  heart  and  1  ands, 
And  consecrate  my  breath. 

p  f  4  Ye  sinners,  fear  the  Lord, 

While  yet  'tis  called  to-day  ; 
Soon  will  the  awful  voice  of  death 
Command  your  souls  away. 

Dicight. 
QQ  FIRST  PART.     I..  M.— Duke-street. 

Ot/i  The  covenant  tiilhfulness  of  God. 

]   FOR  ever  shall  my  song  record 
The  truth  and  mercy  of  the  Lord ; 
Mercy  and  truth  for  ever  stand, 
Like  heav'n  established  by  his  hand. 


PSALMS.  1 

n    2  Thus  to  his  Son  he  sware  and  said — 
"With  thee  my  cov'nant  sure  is  made; 
In  thee  shall  dying  sinners  live  ; 
Glory  and  grace  are  thine  to  give. 

3  c;  Be  thou  my  Prophet,  thou  my  Priest ; 
Thy  children  shall  be  ever  blest: 
Thou  art  my  chosen  King ;  thy  throne 
Shall  stand  eternal  like  my  own." 

vi.fi:  Now  let  the  church  rejoice,  and  sing 
Jesus  her  Saviour  and  her  King: 
Angels  above  his  wonders  show, 
And  saints  declare  his  works  below. 

£Q  SECOND  PART.    L.  M.— Dancen. 

O  %J  •  For  a  funeral. 

(iff  1  REMEMBER,  Lord,  our  mortal  state, 
How  frail  our  life,  how  short  the  date  ! 
Where  is  the  man  that  draws  his  breath, 
Safe  from  disease,  secure  from  death. 

2  Lord,  while  we  see  whole  nations  die, 
Distress'd  with  gloomy  fears  we  cry — 
"  Must  death  for  ever  rage  and  reign  1 
Or  hast  thou  made  mankind  in  vain  1 

3  "  Where  is  thy  promise  to  the  just  1 
Are  not  thy  servants  turn'd  to  dust  ?" — 

vi        But  faith  forbids  these  mournful  sighs, 
And  sees  the  sleeping  dust  arise. 

cr    4  That  glorious  hour,  that  dreadful  day, 
Wipes  the  reproach  of  saints  away, 
And  magnifies  thy  gracious  word  : 

f        Awake,  our  souls,  and  bless  the  Lord. 

QQ  THIRD  PART.     C.  M.— St.  Ann's. 

OJ/»  Reverential  worship. 

1  WITH  rev'rence  let  the  saints  appear, 
And  bow  before  the  Lord ; 
His  high  commands  devoutly  hear 
di  And  tremble  at  his  word. 

via  2  Great  God,  how  high  thy  glories  rise ! 
How  bright  thine  armies  shine ! 
Where  is  the  power  with  thee  that  vies, 
Or  truth,  compar'd  with  thine  ? 
13 


14G  F3ALM3. 

[3  The  northern  pole  and  southern  lest 
On  thy  supporting  hand  : 
Darkness  and  day,  from  east  to  west, 
Move  round  at  thy  command.] 

vi    4  Thy  words  the  raging  wind  control, 

And  rule  the  boist'rous  deep; 
— cr    Thou  mak'st  the  sleeping  billows  roll. 
— di        The  rolling  billows  sleep. 

mca  5  Justice  and  judgment  are  thy  throne, 
Yet  wondrous  is  thy  grace ; 
While  truth  and  mercy  join'd  in  one, 
di  Invite  us  near  thy  face. 

QQ       FOURTH  PART.     C.  M.—  Colchester.     Coventry. 
O  kJ  •  A  blessed  gospel. 

f     1  BLEST  are  the  souls  that  heai  and  know 
The  gospel's  joyful  sound  ; 
Peace  shall  attend  the  path  they  go 
And  light  their  steps  surround. 

vi    2  Their  joy  shall  bear  their  spirits  up, 
Through  their  Redeemer's  name  ; 
His  righteousness  exalts  their  hope, 
And  fills  their  foes  with  shame. 

3  The  Lord,  our  glory  and  defence, 
Strength  and  salvation  gives  ; 
Israel,  thy  King  for  ever  reigns, 
Thy  God  for  ever  lives. 

FIFTH  PART.    C.  M.— Remembrance. 
Faithfulness  of  God. 

vi    1  MY  never-ceasing  song  shall  show 
The  mercy  of  the  Lord  ; 
And  make  succeeding  ages  know 
How  faithful  is  his  word. 

2  The  sacred  truths  his  lips  pronounce 
cr  Shall  firm  as  heav'n  endure ; 

And  if  he  speaks  a  promise  once, 
Th'  eternal  grace  is  sure. 

'  T     3  How  long  the  race  of  David  held 
The  promis'd  Jewish  throne  ! 
But  there's  a  nobler  cov'nant  seal'd 
To  David's  greater  Son. 


89. 


PSALMS.  1« 

4  His  seed  for  ever  shall  possess 
A  throne  above  the  skies; 
The  meanest  subject  of  his  grace 
Shall  to  that  glory  rise. 

f.m5  Lord  God  of  hosts  !  thy  wondrous  ways, 
Are  sung  by  saints  above  ; 
And  saints  on  earth  their  honors  raise 
To  thy  unchanging  love. 


89. 


SIXTH  PART.    L.  P.  ML— St.  Helen's. 
Death  and  the  resurrection. 


atf  1  THINK,  mighty  God,  on  feeble  man, 

How  few  his  hours,  how  short  his  span! 

Short  from  the  cradle  to  the  grave  j 
Who  can  secure  his  vital  breath 
Against  the  bold  demand  of  death, 

With  skill  to  fly,  or  pow'r  to  save? 

2  Lord,  shall  it  be  for  ever  said— 

';  The  race  of  man  was  only  made 

For  sickness,  sorrow,  and  the  dust  ?" 
Are  not  thy  servants,  day  by  day, 
Sent  to  their  graves,  and  turn'd  to  clay?— 
Lord,  where's  thy  kindness  to  the  just  ? 

3  Hast  thou  not  promis'd  to  thy  Son, 
And  all  his  seed,  a  heav'nly  crown? 

di  But  flesh  and  sense  indulge  despair: 

cr        For  ever  blessed  be  the  Lord, 

That  faith  can  read  his  holy  word. 
And  find  a  resurrection  there. 

ri     4  For  ever  blessed  be  the  Lord, 

Who  gives  his  saints  a  long  reward, 
For  all  their  toil,  reproach,  and  pain : 
/         Let  all  below,  and  all  above, 

Join  to  proclaim  thy  wondrous  love, 
And  each  repeat  the  loud  Amen. 

Q/\  FIRST  PART.    L.  M.— Darweru 

*J\J»  Mortality  of  man. 

off  1  THROUGH  every  age,  eternal  God, 
Thou  art  our  rest,  our  safe  abode  ; 
High  was  thy  throne  ere  heaven  was  made 
Or  earth  thy  humble  footstool;  laid. 


142  PSALMS. 

2  Long  hadst  thou  reign'd  ere  time  began, 
Or  dust  was  fashion'd  into  man  ! 
And  long  thy  kingdom  shall  endure, 
When  earth  and  time  shall  be  no  more. 

p     3  But  man,  weak  man,  is  born  to  die, 
Made  up  of  guilt  and  vanity ; 
Thy  dreadful  sentence,  Lord,  was  just, 
I       "  Return,  ye  sinners,  to  your  dust !" 
4  Death,  like  an  overflowing  stream, 
Sweeps  us  away  ;  our  life's  a  dream, 

di        An  empty  tale,  a  morning  flower, 

— p      Cut  down  and  wither'd  in  an  hour. 

cr    5  Teach  us,  O  Lord,  how  frail  is  man, 
And  kindly  lengthen  out  our  span, 
Till  sav'd  from  sin,  we  all  may  be, 
Prepar'd  to  die  and  dwell  with  thee. 

Qf\      SECOND  PART.     C.  M.— Dundee.     Barby.     ex. 
*J\J»  Same  subject. 

aff  1  O  GOD,  our  help  in  ages  past, 
Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 
Our  shelter  from  the  stormy  blast, 
And  our  eternal  home. 

2  Beneath  the  shadow  of  thy  throne 
Thy  saints  have  dwelt  secure; 
Sufficient  is  thine  arm  alone, 
And  our  defence  is  sure. 
cr    3  Before  the  hills  in  order  stood, 
Or  earth  receiv'd  her  frame ; 
From  everlasting  thou  art  God, 
To  endless  years  the  same. 

di    4  Thy  word  commands  our  flesh  to  dust— 
"  Return,  ye  sons  of  men ;" 
All  nations  rose  from  earth  at  first, 
And  turn  to  earth  again. 

[5  A  thousand  ages  in  thy  sight 
Are  like  an  evening  gone. 
Short  as  the  watch  that  ends  the  night 
Before  the  rising  dawn.] 
er.^G  O  God,  our  help  in  ages  past, 
Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 
Be  thou  our  guard  while  troubles  last, 
And  our  eternal  home. 


PBALMS.  149 

Q/\  THIRD  PART.     C.  M.— Windsor. 

*J\J»      Death  the  consequence  of  original  transgression. 

off  1  LORD,  if  thine  eyes  survey  our  faults, 
And  justice  grows  severe, 
Thy  dreadful  wrath  exceeds  our  thoughts, 
And  burns  beyond  our  fear. 

2  Thine  anger  turns  our  frame  to  dust ; 

By  one  offence  to  thee, 
Adam  and  all  his  offspring  lost 
Their  immortality. 

3  Few  are  the  men  whose  days  amount 

To  threescore  years  and  ten  ; 
And  all  beyond  that  short  account 
Is  sorrow,  toil,  and  pain. 

cr  vi 4  Almighty  God,  reveal  thy  love, 
And  not  thy  wrath  alone ; 
O  let  our  sweet  experience  prove 
The  mercies  of  thy  throne. 

5  Teach  us,  O  Lord,  the  heav'nly  art 
T'  improve  the  hours  we  have; 
To  serve  thee  with  a  fervent  heart, 
And  live  beyond  the  grave. 


90. 


FOURTH  PART.     C.  M.— Barby.     ex.    Dundee. 
Breathing  after  heaven. 

1  RETURN,  O  God  of  love,  return, 

Earth  is  a  tiresome  place; 
How  long  shall  we,  thy  children,  mourn 
Our  absence  from  thy  face  ? 

2  Let  heav'n  succeed  our  painful  years, 

Let  sin  and  sorrow  cease  ; 

And  in  proportion  to  our  tears, 

So  make  our  joys  increase. 

3  Thy  wonders  to  thy  servants  show7, 

Make  thy  own  work  complete ; 
cr        Then  shall  our  souls  thy  glory  know. 
And  own  thy  love  was  great. 

vi     4  Then  shall  we  shine  before  thy  throne. 
In  all  thy  beauty,  Lord ; 
And  the  poor  service  we  have  done. 
Meet  a  divine  reward. 
13* 


160  PSALM3. 

Qf\  FIFTH  PART.     S.  M.— St.  Gilt*. 

%J\J*  Fleeting  time  must  be  improved. 

off  1  LORD,  what  a  feeble  piece 
Is  this  our  mortal  frame  ! 
Our  life, — how  poor  a  trifle  'tis, 
'  That  scarce  deserves  the  name. 

2  Alas,  the  brittle  clay, 

That  built  our  bodies  first ! 
And  every  month,  and  every  day, 
'Tis  mould'ring  back  to  dust. 

3  Our  moments  fly  apace, 

Our  feeble  powers  decay ; 
Swift  as  a  flood  our  hasty  days 
Are  sweeping  us  away. 

di    4  But  if  our  days  must  fly, 

We'll  keep  their  end  in  sight , 
We'll  spend  them  all  in  wisdom's  ways, 
cr  And  let  them  speed  their  flight. 

vi     5  They'll  waft  us  sooner  o'er 
This  life's  tempestuous  sea 
Soon  we  shall  reach  the  peaceful  shore 
Of  blest  eternity. 

Q  -1  FIRST  PART.    L.  M.— Luton. 

i/  JL  •  Divine  protection  amid  dangers. 

d      1  HE  that  hath  made  his  refuge  God, 
Shall  find  a  most  secure  abode ; 
Shall  walk  all  day  beneath  his  shade, 
And  thereat  night  shall  rest  his  head. 

2  Then  will  I  say,  "  My  God,  thy  power 
Shall  be  my  fortress  and  my  tower; 
I  that  am  form'd  of  feeble  dust, 
Make  thine  Almighty  arm  my  trust." 

vi     3  Thrice  happy  man  !  thy  Maker's  care 
Shall  keep  thee  from  the  fowler's  snare  j 
God  is  thy  life,  his  wings  are  spread 
To  shield  thee  with  a  healthful  shade. 

di    4  Though  vapors  with  malignant  breath 
Rise  thick,  and  scatter  midnight  death ; 

cr        Still  thou  art  safe  ;  the  poison'd  air 
Grows  pure,  if  Israel's  God  be  there. 


PSALMS.  151 

I     5  What  though  a  thousand  prostrate  lie, 
Around  thy  path  ten  thousand  die; 

cr        Thy  God  his  chosen  people  saves, 
Among  the  dead,  amid  the  graves. 

6  Yet  if  the  plague,  or  fire,  or  sword. 
Receive  commission  from  the  Lord, 
To  strike  the  saints  ;  't  will  set  them  free, 
And  bring  thy  children,  Lord,  to  thee. 

Q  -I  SECOND  PAIiT.    C.  M.— Murdand. 

*J  J-  •  Same  subject. 

aff  1  YE  sons  of  men,  a  feeble  race, 
Expos'd  to  ev'ry  snare  ; 
Come,  make  the  Lord  your  dwelling  place. 
And  trust  his  gracious  care. 

t  l   2  No  ill  shall  enter  where  you  dwell, 
Or  if  the  plague  come  nigh, 
And  sweep  the  wicked  down  to  hell, 
'Twill  raise  the  saints  on  high. 

di      3  He'll  give  his  angels  charge  to  keep 
Your  feet  in  all  your  ways  ; 
To  watch  your  pillow  while  you  sleep, 
And  guard  your  happy  days. 

cr     4  :i  Because  on  me  they  set  their  love, 
I'll  save  them,"  saith  the  Lord  ; 

vi         "  I'll  bear  their  joyful  souls  above 
Destruction  and  the  sword. 

5  "  My  grace  shall  answer  when  they  call, 

In  trouble  I'll  be  nigh  ; 
My  power  shall  help  them  when  they  fall. 
And  raise  them  when  they  die. 

6  "  Those  that  on  earth  my  name  have  known, 

I'll  honor  them  in  heav'n  ; 
There  my  salvation  shall  be  shown, 
And  endless  life  be  giv'n." 

Q  -I  THIRD  PART.    8's  and  7's.—  Aberdeen. 

<t7  JL  •  Same  subject. 

J  1     1  CALL  Jehovah  thy  salvation, 

Rest  beneath  th'  Almighty's  shade  : 
In  his  secret  habitation 
Dwell,  and  never  be  dismay'd 


1SB  PSALMS. 

There  no  tumult  can  alarm  thee, 
Thou  shalt  dread  no  hidden  snare  ; 

Guile  nor  violence  can  harm  thee. 
In  eternal  safeguard  there. 

2  From  the  sword  at  noonday  wasting, 

From  the  noisome  pestilence, 
In  the  depth  of  midnight  blasting, 
God  shall  be  thy  sure  defence : 
Fear  not  thou  the  deadly  quiver, 
When  a  thousand  feel  the  blow , 
cr        Mercy  shall  thy  soul  deliver, 
di  Though  a  thousand  be  laid  low. 

3  Since  with  pure  and  firm  affection 

Thou  on  God  hast  set  thy  love  ; 
With  the  wings  of  his  protection, 

He  will  shield  thee  from  above : 
Thou  shalt  call  on  Him  in  trouble, 
cr  He  will  hearken,  He  will  save  ; 

Here  for  grief  reward  thee  double, 

Crown  with  life  beyond  the  grave. 

Montgomery. 

r\Q\  FIRST  PART.     L.  M.—Rothwell     Luton. 

\j  &•  A  Psalm  for  the  Lord's  day. 

1  SWEET  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King, 
To  praise  thy  name,  give  thanks  and  sing  j 
To  show  thy  love  by  morning  light, 

And  talk  of  all  thy  truth  at  night. 

2  Sweet  is  the  day  of  sacred  rest, 

No  mortal  care  shall  seize  my  breast ; 

O  let  my  heart  in  tune  be  found, 

Like  David's  harp  of  solemn  sound. 
cr  3  My  heart  shall  triumph  in  my  Lord, 

And  bless  his  works,  and  bless  his  word  ; 

Thy  works  of  grace,  how  bright  they  shine  ! 

How  deep  thy  counsels  !  how  divine  ! 
di[4  Fools  never  raise  their  thoughts  so  high, 

Like  brutes  they  live,  like  brutes  they  die  j 

Like  grass  they  flourish,  till  thy  breath 
ag     Blasts  them  in  everlasting  death.] 
cr  5  But  I  shall  share  a  glorious  part, 

When  grace  hath  well  refin'd  my  heart, 

And  fresh  supplies  of  joy  are  shed. 

Like  holy  oil,  to  cheer  my  head. 


PS  A  I. MS.  163 

6  Sin,  my  worst  enemy  before, 
Shall  never  vex  my  spirit  more: 
My  inward  foes  shall  all  be  slain, 
Nor  Satan  break  my  peace  again.] 

f  7  Then  shall  I  see,  and  hear,  and  know 
All  I  desir'd  or  wish'd  below ; 
And  every  power  find  sweet  employ 
In  that  eternal  world  of  joy. 


SECOND  TAUT.    L.  K.- Sterling.     Uxbridge. 
The  church  is  the  garden  of  God. 


92, 

t  l     1  LORD,  'tis  a  pleasant  thing  to  stand 
In  gardens  planted  by  thine  hand  ; 
Let  me  within  thy  courts  be  seen, 
Like  a  young  cedar,  fresh  and  green. 

2  There  grow  thy  saints  in  faith  and  ]ove> 
Blest  with  thine  influ'nce  from  above  ; 
Not  Lebanon,  with  all  its  trees, 
Yields  such  a  comely  sight  as  these. 

3  The  plants  of  grace  shall  ever  live  ; 
Nature  decays,  but  grace  must  thrive  ; 
Time,  that  doth  all  things  else  impair, 
Still  makes  them  flourish,  strong  and  fair. 

4  Laden  with  fruits  of  age,  they  show 
The  Lord  is  holy,  just,  and  true  ; 
None  that  attend  his  gates  shall  find 
A  God  unfaithful  or  unkind. 


Cy9 


THIRD  PART.    S.  M.—  Watchman. 
The  woi8hip  of  the  Sabbath. 

SWEET  is  the  work,  O  Lord, 

Thy  glorious  name  to  sing; 
To  praise  and  pray — to  hear  thy  word, 

And  grateful  off 'rings  bring. 
Sweet  on  this  day  of  rest, 

To  join  in  heart  and  voice, 
With  those  who  love  and  serve  thee  best, 

And  in  thy  name  rejoice. 
To  songs  of  praise  and  joy, 

Be  every  Sabbath  giv'n, 
That  such  may  be  our  blest  employ, 

Eternally  in  heav'n. 

Spirit  of  Vu.  Psalm*. 


154  PSALMS. 

QQ  FIRST  PART.    L.  M.— Winchester. 

kJO*  The  eternal  and  sovereign  God. 

m<B  1  JEHOVAH  reigns,  he  dwells  in  light, 
Girded  with  majesty  and  might; 
The  world,  created  by  his  hands, 
Still  on  its  first  foundation  stands. 

p     2  But  ere  this  spacious  world  was  made, 
Or  had  its  first  foundation  laid, 

cr         Thy  throne  eternal  ages  stood, 
Thyself,  the  ever-living  God. 

/     3  Like  floods  the  angry  nations  rise, 

And  aim  their  rage  against  the  skies ; 
di        Vain  floods  that  aim  their  r.age  so  high, 
— p      At  thy  rebuke  the  billows  die. 

cr    4  For  ever  shall  thy  throne  endure, 
Thy  promise  stands  for  ever  sure ; 
And  everlasting  holiness, 
Becomes  the  dwellings  of  thy  grace. 

9Q  SECOND  PART.     S.  P.  M.— Ballon. 

Oi  Same  subject. 

/  M     l  THE  Lord  Jehovah  reigns, 
And  royal  state  maintains, 

His  head  with  awful  glories  crown'd; 
Array'd  in  robes  of  light, 
Begirt  with  sov'reign  might, 

And  rays  of  majesty  around. 

2  Upheld  by  thy  commands, 
The  world  securely  stands, 

And  skies  and  stars  obey  the  word ; 
Thy  throne  was  fix'd  on  high, 
"Before  the  starry  sks  : 

Eternal  is  thy  kingdom,  Lord. 

ff         3  Let  floods  and  nations  rage, 
And  all  their  pow'r  engage  ; 
Let  swelling  tides  assault  the  sky  ; 
ag  The  terrors  of  thy  frown 

Shall  beat  their  madness  down; 
Thy  throne  for  ever  stands  on  high 

di.^    4  Thy  promises  are  true, 
Thy  grace  is  ever  new; 


TSALMa.  1S5 

There  fix'd  thy  church  shall  ne'er  remove; 

Thy  saints  with  holy  fear 

Shall  in  thy  courts  appear, 
And  sing  thine  everlasting  love. 

QQ  THIRD  PART.     ll»s  and  liPs.—  Walworth 

t/Oi  The  eternal,  sovereign  God. 

mcc  1  THE  Lord  of  glory  reigns,  he  reigns  on  high, 
His  robes  of  state  are  strength  and  majesty  ; 
This  vide  creation  rose  at  his  command, 
Built  05^  his  word,  and  'stablish'd  by  his  hand  : 
Long  stood  his  throne  ere  he  began  creation, 
And  his  own  Godhead  is  the  firm  foundation. 
2  God  is  th'  eternal  King:  thy  foes  in  vain 
Raise  their  rebellions  to  confound  thy  reign  , 
In  vain  the  storms,  in  vain  the  floods  arise, 
And  roar,  and  toss  their  waves  against  the 

skies : 
Foaming  at  heav'n  they  rage  with  wild  com- 
motion, 
ex    But  heav'n's  high  arches  scorn  the  swelling 

ocean. 

di     3  Ye  tempests,  rage  no  more ;  ye  floods,  be 

still, 

And  thou,  mad  world,  submissive  to  his  will ; 

Built  on  his  truth  his  church  must  ever  stand ; 

cr    Firm  are  his  promises,  and  strong  his  hand: 

vi     See  his  own  sons  when  they  appear  before 

him, 
p      Bow  at  his  footstool,  and  with  fear  adore  him. 

Q  ,4  C.  U,—Barby.    ex. 

J/^if.  Help  in  God. 

[1  WHO  will  arise  and  plead  my  right 
Against  my  num'rous  foes  ? 
While  earth  and  hell  their  powers  unite, 
And  all  my  hopes  oppose  ?] 
2  Had  not  the  Lord,  my  Rock,  my  help. 
Sustain'd  my  fainting  head  j 
It        My  life  had  now  in  silence  dwelt, 
p  My  soul  among  the  dead. 

ex    3  "Alas,  my  sliding  feet,"  I  cried, 
"Thy  promise  was  my  hope  ; 
Thy  grace  stood  constant  at  my  cide, 
Thy  spirit  bore  me  up." 


lo6  PSALMS. 

M    4  While  multitudes  of  mournful  thoughts, 
Within  my  bosom  roll ; 
Thy  boundless  love  forgives  my  faults, 
Thy  comforts  cheer  my  soul. 

b  The  powers  of  earth  may  proudly  rise, 
And  frame  oppressive  laws  ; 
vi        But  God,  my  refuge,  rules  the  skies, 
He  will  defend  my  cause. 

r\  r  FIRST  PART.    C.  M.— Charming.    Barby. 

Jt/t  Be  for  e  pray  er. 

mce  1  SING  to  the  Lord  Jehovah's  name, 
And  in  his  strength  rejoice  ; 
When  his  salvation  is  our  theme, 
Exalted  be  our  voice. 

2  With  thanks  approach  his  awful  sight, 

And  psalms  of  honor  sing  ; 
The  Lord's  a  God  of  boundless  might, 
The  whole  creation's  King. 

3  Earth,  with  its  caverns  dark  and  deep, 

Lies  in  his  spacious  hand  : 
He  lix'd  the  seas  what  bounds  to  keep, 
And  where  the  hills  must  stand.] 

ai    4  Come  and  with  humble  souls  adore, 
Come  kneel  before  his  face ; 
O,  may  the  creatures  of  his  pow'r 
Be  children  of  his  grace. 

p      5  Now  is  the  time  j  he  bends  his  ear 
And  waits  for  your  request : 

/  ag  Come,  lest  he  rouse  his  wrath  and  swear- 
"Ye  shall  not  see  my  rest !" 


95, 


SECOND  PART.    S.  M.— Clapton. 
Before  sermon. 

1  COME  sound  his  praise  abroad. 

And  hymns  of  glory  sing ; 

Jehovah  is  the  sovereign  God, 


2  He  form'd  the  deeps  unknown  ; 
He  gave  the  seas  their  bound , 
The  wat'ry  worlds  are  all  his  own, 
And  all  the  solid  ground. 


P.- ALMS.  13 

p      3  Come  worship  at  his  throne, 
Come  bow  before  the  Lord  ; 
We  are  his  works,  and  not  our  own, 
He  formed  us  by  his  word. 
cr     4  To-day  attend  his  voice, 

Nor  dare  provoke  his  rod  : 
Come,  like  the  people  of  his  choice, 
And  own  your  gracious  God. 
f.e.v  5  But  if  your  ears  refuse 

The  language  of  his  grace, 
And  hearts  grow  hard,  like  stubborn  Jews, 
That  unbelieving  race : 
ag    6  The  Lord,  in  vengeance  drest, 
"Will  lift  his  hand  and  swear, 
':  You  that  despise  my  promis'd  rest 
Shall  have  no  portion  there." 

Q  pT  THIRD  PART.     L.  M.— Luton.     Quito. 

tJtJ»  Warning  to  delaying  sinners. 

1  COME,  let  our  voices  join  to  raise 
A  sacred  song  of  solemn  praise; 
God  is  a  sovereign  King :  rehearse 
His  honors  in  exalted  verse. 

2  Come,  let  our  souls  address  the  Lord, 
Who  fram'd  our  natures  with  his  word : 
He  is  our  Shepherd,  we  the  sheep 

His  mercy  chose,  his  pastures  keep. 

3  Come,  let  us  hear  his  voice  to-day, 
The  counsels  of  his  love  obey; 
Nor  let  our  harden'd  hearts  renew, 
The  sins  and  plagues  that  Israel  knew. 

[4  Israel,  that  saw  his  works  of  grace, 
Tempted  their  Maker  to  his  face  ; 
Abus'd  the  patience  of  their  God, 
And  felt  the  anger  of  his  rod.] 

p      5  Look  back,  my  soul,  with  holy  dread. 

And  view  those  ancient  rebels  dead ; 
cr        Attend  the  offer'd  grace  to-day, 

Nor  lose  the  blessings  by  delay. 
vi     6  Seize  the  kind  promise  while  it  waits. 

And  march  to  Zion's  heav'nly  gates: 
/        Believe,  and  take  the  promis'd  rest ; 

Obey,  and  be  for  ever  blest. 
14 


158  PSALMS. 

Q£T  FOURTH  PART.    Vs.- Birmingham. 

*/€/•  Public  worship. 

/     1  O  COME,  let  us  sing  to  the  Lord, 

In  God  our  salvation  rejoice  ; 
In  psalms  of  thanksgiving  record 

His  praise,  with  one  spirit  and  voice; 
Jehovah  is  God,  and  he  reigns 

The  God  of  all  gods,  on  his  throne  \ 
The  strength  of  the  hills  he  maintains  5 

The  ends  of  the  earth  are  his  own, 

di    2  O  come,  let  us  worship  and  kneel 

Before  our  Creator,  our  God, 
The  people  who  serve  him  with  zeal, 

The  sheep  who  his  pastures  have  trod: 
To  him,  let  us  hearken  to-day, — 

The  voice  that  yet  speaks  from  above,- 
And  all  his  commandments  obey, 

For  he  that  ordain'd  them  is  love. 

Montgomery. 


FIRST  PART.    C.  M.— Colchester.     Tolland. 
Christ's  first  and  second  advent. 


96. 

mce  1  SING  to  the  Lord,  ye  distant  lands, 
Ye  tribes  of every  tongue  ; 
His  new-discovered  grace  demands 
A  new  and  nobler  song. 

2  Say  to  the  nations,  Jesus  reigns, 

God's  own  Almighty  Son  ; 
His  power  the  sinking  world  sustains, 
And  grace  surrounds  his  throne. 

3  Let  heav'n  proclaim  the  joyful  day  j 

Joy  through  the  earth  be  seen  ; 
Let  cities  shine  in  bright  array, 
And  fields  in  cheerful  green. 

4  The  joyous  earth,  the  bending  skies, 

His  glorious  train  display  ; 
Ye  mountains  sink,  ye  valleys  rise, 
Prepare  the  Lord  his  way. 

5  Behold  he  comes,  he  comes  to  bless 

The  nations  as  their  God  ; 
To  show  the  world  his  righteousness, 
And  send  his  truth  abroad. 


SECOND  PART.     L.  P.  M.— St.  Helen's. 
The  God  of  the  Gentiles. 


ran  tun 

tx    6  But  when  his  voice  shall  raise  the  dead, 
And  bid  the  world  draw  near, 

ag       How  will  the  guilty  nations  dread 
To  see  their  Judge  appear. 

96. 

vi.fl  LET  all  the  earth  their  voices  raise, 
To  sing  the  choicest  psalm  of  praise, 

To  sing  and  bless  Jehovah's  name : 
His  glory  let  the  heathen  know, 
His  wonders  to  the  nations  show, 

And  all  his  saving  works  proclaim. 

2  He  fram'd  the  globe,  he  built  the  sky, 

He  made  the  shining  worlds  on  high, 

And  reigns  complete  in  glory  there: 
He  dwells  in  majesty  and  might, 
His  beauties  how  divinely  bright ; 

His  temple  how  divinely  fair. 

\  Come  the  great  day,  the  glorious  hour, 
When  earth  shall  feel  his  saving  power, 
And  barb'rous  nations  fear  his  name : 
et         Then  shall  the  race  of  men  confess 
The  beauty  of  his  holiness, 
And  in  his  courts  his  grace  proclaim, 

£\rV  FIRST  PART.     L.  M.— Luther's  Hymn. 

rJ  I   •  Rejoicing  in  Ciu'ist  as  the  sovereign  Judge. 

mcB  1  HE  reigns,  the  Lord,  the  Saviour  reigns ! 
Praise  him  in  pure  exalted  strains : 
Let  all  the  earth  in  songs  rejoice, 
And  raise  on  high  their  cheerful  voice 
di     2  Deep  are  his  counsels,  and  unknown; 

But  grace  and  truth  support  his  throne  ; 
p         Though  gloomy  clouds  his  ways  surround, 
cr        Justice  is  their  eternal  ground. 
f.ag'i  In  robes  of  judgment,  lo  !  he  comes; 

Shakes  the  wide  earth,and  cleaves  the  tombs* 
Before  him  burns  devouring  fire, 
— di    The  mountains  melt,  the  seas  retire. 
ex    4  His  enemies  with  sore  dismay, 
di—p  Fly  from  the  sight  and  shun  the  day : 
cr        Then  lift  your  heads,  ye  saints,  on  high, 
ff       And  shout,  for  your  redemption's  nigh. 


ICO  PSALMS. 


97. 


SECOND  PART.    L.  M.— Luton. 
Christ's  incarnation. 


vi.  fl  THE  Lord  is  come  ;  the  heav'ns  proclaim 
His  birth ;  the  nations  learn  his  name : 

di        An  unknown  star  directs  the  road 
Of  eastern  sages,  to  their  God. 

cr    2  All  ye  bright  armies  of  the  skies, 

Go  worship  where  the  Saviour  lies  ; 
Angels  and  kings  before  him  bow, 
Those  gods  on  high,  and  gods  below. 

race  3  Let  idols  totter  to  the  ground, 

And  their  own  worshippers  confound : 

f        Let  Judah  shout,  let  Zion  sing, 

And  earth  confess  her  sovereign  King. 

Qfy  THIRD  PART.    L.  M.— Luther's  Hymn. 

i/  I  •  Grace  and  glory. 

mcB  1  TH'  Almighty  reigns,  exalted  high, 

O'er  all  the  earth,  o'er  all  the  sky ; 
di        Though  clouds  and  darkness  veil  his  feet, 

His  dwelling  is  the  mercy  seat. 
aff  2  O  ye  that  love  his  holy  name, 

Hate  every  work  of  sin  and  shame ; 

He  guards  the  souls  of  all  his  friends, 

And  from  the  snares  of  hell  defends. 
cr     3  Immortal  light,  and  joys  unknown, 
— di     Are  for  the  saints  in  darkness  sown : 
—cr    Those  glorious  seeds  shall  spring  and  rise 

And  the  bright  harvest  bless  our  eyes. 
vi     4  Rejoice,  ye  righteous,  and  record 

The  sacred  honors  of  the  Lord; 

None  but  the  soul  that  feels  his  grace3 

Can  triumph  in  his  holiness. 

AW  FOURTH  PART.     C.  M.—St.  Ann's. 

%J  i  •  The  incarnation  and  the  last  judgment. 

mcB  1  LET  earth  with  every  isle  and  sea, 
Rejoice,  the  Saviour  reigns; 
His  word,  like  fire,  prepares  his  way, 
And  mountains  melt  to  plains. 
2  His  presence  sinks  the  proudest  hills, 
And  makes  the  valleys  rise; 
p         The  humble  soul  enjoys  his  smiles, 
cr — p      The  haughty  sinner  dies. 


PSALMS.  10 

cr    3  Adoring  angels  at  his  birth, 

Made  the  Redeemer  known  : 
Thus  shall  he  come  to  judge  the  earth, 
And  angels  guard  his  throne. 

ag   4  His  foes  shall  tremble  at  his  sight, 
— p  And  hills  and  seas  retire  ; 

vi         His  children  take  their  upward  flight, 
And  leave  the  world  on  fire. 

;)     5  The  seeds  of  joy  and  glory  sown, 
For  saints  in  darkness  here ; 

/         Shall  rise  and  spring  in  worlds  unknown, 
And  a  rich  harvest  bear. 


98 


FIRST  PART.     C.  M.— Peterborough. 
Praise  for  the  gospel. 

ri      1  TO  our  Almighty  Maker,  God, 
New  honors  be  address'd: 
His  great  salvation  shines  abroad 
And  makes  the  nations  blest. 

2  He  spake  the  word  to  Abra'm  first, 
His  truth  fulfils  the  grace  ; 
The  Gentiles  make  his  name  their  trust, 
And  learn  his  righteousness. 

/     3  Let  the  whole  earth  his  love  proclaim 
With  all  her  different  tongues ; 
And  spread  the  honors  of  his  name. 
In  rich  melodious  songs. 


98 


SECOND  PART.    C.  M.— Charming. 
The  Messiah's  coming  and  kingdom. 

/I  JOY  to  the  world,  the  Lord  is  come, 
Let  earth  receive  her  King  ; 
Let  every  heart  prepare  him  room, 
And  heav'n  and  nature  sing. 

2  Joy  to  the  earth,  the  Saviour  reigns, 

Let  men  their  songs  employ  ; 
While  fields,  and  floods,  rocks,  hills,  and 
plains 
Repeat  the  sounding  joy. 

3  No  more  let  sins  and  sorrows  grow, 

Nor  thorns  infest  the  ground  ; 
He  comes  to  make  his  blessings  flow, 
Far  as  the  curse  is  found. 


11 


102  PSALMS. 

4  He  rules  the  world  with  truth  and  grace, 
And  makes  the  nations  prove 
The  glories  of  his  righteousness, 
And  wonders  of  his  love. 

QQ  THIRD  PART.    C.  M.— Tolland. 

t/O,  Victorious  sovereignty. 

mcp  1   TO  God  address  the  joyful  psalm, 
Who  wondrous  things  hath  done  ; 
WThose  own  right  hand  and  holy  arm, 
The  victory  have  won. 

2  He  to  the  Gentile  nations  round, 
di  Hath  made  his  mercy  known ; 

cr        And  to  the  world's  remotest  bound, 
His  justice  shall  be  shown. 

di    3  The  promis'd  Saviour  meekly  came, 
And  man's  full  ransom  paid ; 

cr        Again  he  comes  his  own  to  claim, 
In  awful  pomp  array'd. 

/    4  He  comes  with  pow'r,  he  quits  the  skies, 

To  punish  and  reward  ; 
cr        Oh  !  let  one  gen'ral  chorus  rise, 

To  praise  the  sovereign  Lord. 

Spirit  of  the  Psalms. 

QQ  FIRST  PART.     S.  M.— Clapton,    ex. 

*J  *J  •  Christ's  kingdom  and  majesty. 

mce  1  THE  Lord  Jehovah  reigns, 

Let  all  the  nations  fear  ; 
di        Let  sinners  tremble  at  his  throne, 

And  saints  be  humbled  there. 

2  Jesus  the  Saviour  reigns, 
Let  earth  adore  its  Lord, 
cr        Bright  cherubs  his  attendants  stand, 
Swift  to  fulfil  his  word. 


His  honors  are  divine 
His  church  shall  make  his  wonders  known, 
For  there  his  glories  shine. 

ma  4  How  holy  is  his  name  ! 

How  fearful  is  his  praise ! 
Justice,  and  truth,  and  judgment  join, 
In  all  his  works  of  grace. 


PSALMS.  103 

r\r\  SECOND  PART.     S.  M.—  Watchman. 

*)  %J  •  A  holy  Cod  worshipped  with  reverrncj 

xi     1  EXALT  the  Lord  our  God, 
And  worship  at  his  feet: 
His  ways  are  wisdom,  pow'r,  and  truth  ; 
And  mercy  is  his  seat. 
f  I     2  When  Israel  was  his  church, 
When  Aaron  was  his  priest, 
When  Moses  cried,  when  Samuel  pray'd, 
He  gave  his  people  rest. 
off  3  Oft  he  forgave  their  sins, 

Nor  would  destroy  their  race ; 
And  oft  he  made  his  vengeance  known, 
When  they  abus'd  his  grace. 
/     i  Exalt  the  Lord  our  God, 

His  grace  is  still  the  same ; 
Still  he's  a  God  of  holiness, 
And  jealous  for  his  name. 

"I  f\f\     FIRST  PART.     L.  M.— Park-street.     Ro'htcell. 
-1-  \)VJ •  Praise  to  our  Creator. 

/.Ml  YE  nations  round  the  earth,  rejoice 

Before  the  Lord,  your  sovereign  King: 
Serve  him  with  cheerful  heart  and  voice  j 
W^ith  all  your  tongues  his  glory  sing. 

di    2  The  Lord  is  God;  'tis  he  alone 

Doth  life,  and  breath,  and  being  give : 
We  are  his  work,  and  not  our  own. 
The  sheep  that  on  his  pasture  live. 
vi.  f  3  Enter  his  gates  with  songs  of  joy, 

With  praises  to  his  courts  repair; 
And  make  it  your  divine  employ, 

To  pay  your  thanks  and  honors  there. 

di    4  The  Lord  is  good,  the  Lord  is  kind  ; 

Great  is  his  grace,  his  mercy  sure  ; 
cr        And  the  whole  race  of  man  shall  find 

His  truth  from  age  to  age  endure. 

-I  r\f\     SECOND  PART.     L.  M.—  Winchester.     Rothwdl. 
-I  VJyJ  •  [a  paraphrase] 

mcB  1  BEFORE  Jehovah's  awful  throne, 
Ye  nations,  bow  with  sacred  joy ; 
Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  alone; 
He  can  create  and  he  destroy. 


100. 


104  rSALMS. 

2  His  sovereign  power,  without  our  aid, 
di  Made  us  of  clay,  and  form'd  us  men ; 

And  when  like  wand'ring  sheep  we  struy'd, 
He  brought  us  to  his  fold  again. 
' '     3  We  are  his  people,  we  his  care, 

Our  souls  and  all  our  mortal  frame : 
cr        What  lasting  honors  shall  we  rear, 

Almighty  Maker,  to  thy  name  ? 
/     4  We'll  crowd  thy  gates  with  thankful  songs, 
High  as  the  heav'ns  our  voices  raise  : 
And  earth,  with  her  ten  thousand  tongues, 
Shall  fill  thy  courts  with  sounding  praise. 
nice.  5  Wide  as  the  world  is  thy  command, 
Vast  as  eternity  thy  love ; 
Firm  as  a  rock  thy  truth  shall  stand, 
When  rolling  years  shall  cease  to  move. 

THIRD  PART.    IPs  and  8s.— Palestine. 
Same  subject. 

/.Ml  BE  joyful  in  God,  all  ye  lands  of  the  earth, 
O  serve  him  with  gladness  and  fear ; 
Exult  in  his  presence  with  holiest  mirth, 
With  love  and  devotion  draw  near. 

mcB  2  Jehovah  is  God,  and  Jehovah  a-lone, 

Creator  and  ruler  o'er  all : 
p         And  we  are  his  people,  his  sceptre  we  own  ; 
cr  His  sheep,  and  we  follow  his  call. 

3  O,  enter  his  gates  with  thanksgiving  and 

song, 
Your  vows  in  his  temple  proclaim  ; 
His  praise  in  melodious  accordance  pro- 
long, 
And  bless  his  adorable  name. 

4  For  good  is  the  Lord,  inexpressibly  good, 

And  we  are  the  work  Qf  his  hand ; 
p         His  mercy  and  truth  from  eternity  stood, 
/  And  shall  to  eternity  stand. 

Montgomery. 
1  A"|  I"  M.— Luton. 

A-  V  /  -L  •  The  magistrate's  psalm. 

1  MERCY  and  judgment  are  my  song, 
And  since  they  both  to  thee  belong, 
My  gracious  God,  my  righteous  King, 
To  thee  my  songs  and  vows  T  bring. 


PSALMS.  i( 

2  If  I  am  rais'd  to  bear  the  sword, 

I'll  take  my  counsels  from  thy  word; 
Thy  justice  and  thy  heav'nly  grace 
Shall  be  the  pattern  of  my  ways. 

3  Let  wisdom  all  my  actions  guide, 
And  let  my  God  with  me  reside ; 

No  wicked  thing  shall  dwell  with  me, 
Which  may  provoke  thy  jealousy. 

4  Fll  seek  to  elevate  the  just, 

To  posts  of  honor  and  of  trust ; 
The  men  that  do  thy  holy  will. 
Shall  be  my  friends  and  fav'rites  still. 

ex    5  Scoffers  in  vain  shall  hope  to  rise, 
By  flattering  or  malicious  lies  : 
And  while  the  innocent  I  guard, 
The  guilty  never  shall  be  spared. 

-J  r\Q  FIRST  PART.     C.  M.—Bur/ord. 

1  V^Vt  A  praver  of  the  afflicted. 

off  1  HEAR  me,  0  God,  nor  hide  thy  face, 
But  answer,  lest  I  die; 
Hast  thou  not  built  a  throne  of  grace 
To  hear  when  sinners  cry  ? 
[2  My  days  are  wasted  like  the  smoke 
Dissolving  in  the  air  j 
My  strength  is  dried,  my  heart  is  broke, 
And  sinking  in  despair.] 
3  As  on  some  lonely  building's  top 
The  sparrow  tells  her  moan  ; 
Far  from  the  tents  of  joy  and  hope, 
I  sit  and  grieve  alone. 
[4  Dark,  dismal  thoughts,  and  boding  fears 
Dwell  in  my  troubled  breaM  ; 
While  shaip  reproaches  wound  my  ears, 
Nor  give  my  spirit  rest.] 

5  Earth  can  afford  no  real  joy, 

To  souls  that  feel  thy  frown: 
cr-di    Thou  canst  restore  me  or  destroy, 
cr-di       Canst  raise,  or  cast  me  down. 
cr.vi  6  But  thou  for  ever  art  the  same, 

O  my  eternal  God; 
Ages  to  come  shall  know  thy  name, 

And  spread  thy  works  abroad. 


106  MAIMS. 

7  Thou  wilt  arise  and  show  thy  face ; 
Nor  will  my  Lord  delay 
Beyond  th'  appointed  hour  of  grace, 
That  long  expected  day. 

1  f)0     SECOND  PART.    C.  M.—Barby.     Colchester. 
A  \J/£/u  Prayer  heard,  and  Zion  restored. 

1  LET  Zion  and  her  sons  rejoice, 
Behold  the  promis'd  hour : 
Her  God  hath  heard  her  mourning  voice, 
And  comes  t'  exalt  his  power. 

di    2  Her  dust  and  ruins  that  remain, 

Are  precious  in  our  eyes  : 
cr         Those  ruins  shall  be  built  again; 

And  all  that  dust  shall  rise. 

f     3  The  Lord  will  raise  Jerusalem, 
And  stand  in  glory  there  ; 
Nations  shall  bow  before  his  name, 
And  kings  attend  with  fear. 

m     4  He  sits  a  Sovereign  on  his  throne, 
off  With  pity  in  his  eyes  ; 

He  hears  the  dying  pris'ners'  groan, 
p  And  sees  their  sighs  arise. 

cr    5  He  frees  the  souls  condemn'd  to  death ; 
Nor,  while  his  saints  complain, 
Shall  it  be  said,  that  praying  breath 
Was  ever  spent  in  vain. 

[6  This  shall  be  known,  when  we  are  dead, 
And  left  on  long  record ; 
That  ages  yet  unborn,  may  read, 
And  trust,  and  praise  the  Lord.] 

THIRD  PART.     C.  M.— Retirement. 
God  unchangeable  amid  changes  of  creation. 

1  THROUGH  endless  years  thou  art  the  same 
O  thou  eternal  God  ! 

Ages  to  come  shall  know  thy  name, 
And  tell  thy  works  abroad. 

2  The  strong  foundations  of  the  earth, 
Of  old  by  thee  were  laid  ; 

By  thee  the  beauteous  arch  of  heav'n 
With  matchless  skill  was  made. 


102 


TSALMS.  167 

3  Soon  shall  this  goodly  frame  of  things, 
Form'd  by  thy  pow'rful  hand, 
p        Be  like  a  vesture  laid  aside, 

And  chang'd  at  thy  command. 

cr  4  But  thy  perfections  all  divine, 
Eternal  as  thy  days, 
Through  everlasting  ages  shine, 
With  undiminished  rays. 

T.  8f  B. 

1  f\~\  FOURTH  PART.     L.  M.—Danccn. 

JL  VJ/£>»  The  church  shall  live,  though  the  saint3  must  die. 

aff  1  IT  is  the  Lord  our  Saviour's  hand, 

Weakens  our  strength  amid  the  race : 
Disease  and  death,  at  his  command, 
Arrest  us,  and  cut  short  our  days. 

ex    2  Spare  us,  O  Lord,  aloud  we  pray, 

Nor  let  our  sun  go  down  at  noon : 
Thy  years  are  one  eternal  day  ; 
And  must  thy  children  die  so  soon ! 

3  Yet,  in  the  midst  of  death  and  grief, 

This  thought  our  sorrow  shall  assuage — 
cr        "  Our  Father  and  our  Saviour  live  ; 

Christ  is  the  same  through  ev'ry  age  " 

4  The  starry  curtains  of  the  sky, 

Like  garments,  shall  be  laid  aside  ; 
/         But  still  thy  throne  stands  firm  on  high, 
Thy  church  for  ever  must  abide. 

5  Before  thy  face,  thy  church  shall  live, 

And  near  thy  throne,  thy  children  reign  . 
di        This  fading  world  shall  they  survive, 
f  Wake  from  the  dust,  and  live  again. 

"I  f\Q       FIFTH  PART.     7's.— German  Hymn.     ex. 
J-kJ/C'*  Prayer  in  tribulation. 

aff  1  HEAR  my  prayer,  Jehovah,  hear, 
Listen  to  my  humble  cries ; 
See  the  day  of  trouble  near  ; 
Heavy  on  my  soul  it  lies. 

2  Hide  not  thou  thy  gracious  face, 
When  the  storm  around  me  falls ; 
Hear  me,  O  thou  God  of  grace, 
In  the  time  thy  servant  calls  ! 


168  PSALMS. 

cr    3  Earth  and  hell  their  censures  pour, 
Madly  rage  against  my  soul  : 
When  my  God  appears  no  more, 
Who  their  fury  can  control  ? 

4  Hide  not  thou  thy  gracious  face. 
When  the  storm  around  me  falls  ; 
Hear  me,  O  thou  God  of  grace, 
Hear  me  when  thy  servant  calls. 

J>ratt-«  Cou. 

1  AQ     FIRST  TART.     L.  M.— Chatham.     Park-street. 
JL  \JtJm  Praise  for  Divine  goodness. 

1  BLESS,  O  my  soul,  the  living  God, 

Call  home  thy  thoughts  that  rove  abroad  ; 
Let  all  the  pow'rs  within  me  join, 
In  work  and  worship  so  divine. 

2  Bless,  O  my  soul,  the  God  of  grace, 
W'hose  favors  claim  the  highest  praise; 
Why  should  the  wonders  he  hath  wrought 
Be  lost  in  silence,  and  forgot ! 

di    3  'Tis  he,  my  soul,  that  sent  his  Son, 

To  die  for  crimes  which  thou  hast  done ; 
He  owns  the  ransom,  and  forgives 
The  hourly  follies  of  our  lives. 

f     4  Let  the  whole  earth  his  pow'r  confess, 
Let  the  whole  earth  adore  his  grace ; 
Let  every  living  creature  join, 
In  work  and  worship  so  divine. 


103. 


SECOND  PART.     L.  M.— Seasons.     Luton. 
Forgiveness—gentle  chastisement. 


1  THE  Lord,  how  wondrous  are  his  ways ! 
How  firm  his  word,  how  large  his  grace  ! 
Mercy  and  truth  surround  his  throne  ; 
And  thence  he  makes  his  glories  known. 

2  Not  half  so  high  his  power  hath  spread 
The  starry  heav'ns  above  our  head, 
As  his  rich  love  exceeds  our  praise — 
Exceeds  the  highest  hopes  we  raise. 

3  Not  half  so  far  hath  nature  plac'd 
The  eastern  regions  from  the  west, 

di        As  his  forgiving  grace  removes, 
The  daily  guilt  of  those  he  loves. 


PSALMH  l^r 

m.pi  How  slowly  doth  his  wrath  arise! 
vi         On  swifter  wings  salvation  flies  ; 
cr        And  if  he  lets  his  anger  burn, 
— p      How  soon  his  frowns  to  pity  turn ! 

cr    5  His  loving  kindness  still  is  sure  ; 
To  all  the  saints  it  shall  endure: 
From  age  to  age,  his  truth  shall  reign, 
Nor  children's  children  hope  in  vain. 

-|  /\Q  THIRD  PART.     S.  M.—  Watchman. 

i-  \J€)  •      Praise  for  mercies,  spiritual  and  temporal. 

/     1  OH,  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul ; 
Let  all  within  me  join, 
To  bless  his  great  and  holy  name, 
Whose  favors  are  divine. 

2  Oh,  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul, 
Nor  let  his  mercies  lie 
Forgotten  in  unthankfulness, 
And  without  praises  die. 

p      3  'Tis  he  forgives  thy  sins, 

'Tis  he  relieves  thy  pain; 
'Tis  he  that  heals  thy  sicknesses, 
And  makes  thee  young  again. 

cr    4  He  crowns  thy  life  with  love, 

When  ransom'd  from  the  grave : 
He  that  redeem'd  my  soul  from  hell. 
Hath  sovereign  pow'r  to  save. 

5  He  fills  the  poor  with  good, 

p  He  gives  the  suff'rers  rest : 

/         The  Lord  hath  judgments  for  the  proud 
And  justice  for  th'  oppress'd. 

6  Oh,  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul, 

Let  all  within  me  join, 
To  bless  his  great  and  holy  name, 
Whose  favors  are  divine. 

FOURTH  PART.     S.  M.— Watchman. 
•  God's  compassion  ;  or,  mercy  in  the  midst  of  judgment. 

1  MY  soul,  repeat  his  praise, 

Whose  mercies  are  so  great ; 
Whose  anger  is  so  slow  to  rise, 
di  So  ready  to  abate. 

15 


103 


170  PSALMS. 

cr    2  High  as  the  heav'ns  are  rais'd 
Above  the  ground  we  tread  ; 
So  far  the  riches  of  his  grace 
Our  highest  thoughts  exceed. 
3  His  power  subdues  our  sins ; 
And  his  forgiving  love, 
Far  as  the  east  is  from  the  west, 
Doth  all  our  guilt  remove. 

aff  4  The  pity  of  the  Lord, 

To  those  that  fear  his  namer 
Is  such  as  tender  parents  feel ; 

He  knows  our  feeble  frame. 
p      5  He  knows  we  are  but  dust, 

Scatter'd  by  every  breath  \ 
cr        His  anger,  like  a  rising  wind, 

Can  send  us  swift  to  death. 
di    6  Our  days  are  as  the  grass, 

Or  like  the  morning  flower  : 
cr        If  one  sharp  blast  sweep  o'er  the  field, 
p  It  withers  in  an  hour. 

cr    7  But  thy  compassions,  Lord, 
To  endless  years  endure  ; 
And  children's  children  ever  find 
Thy  words  of  promise  sure. 

1  AO  FIFTH  PART.     S.  M.- Clapton. 

JL  \J  *J  •  Angels  praise  the  Lor  J. 

iruB  1  THE  Lord,  the  sovereign  King, 
Has  fix'd  his  throne  on  high  ; 
O'er  all  the  heav'nly  world  he  rules, 
And  all  beneath  the  sky. 

2  Ye  angels,  great  in  might, 

And  swift  to  do  his  will, 
Bless  ye  the  Lord,  whose  voice  ye  hear, 
Whose  pleasure  ye  fulfil. 

3  Let  the  bright  hosts  who  wait 

The  orders  of  their  King, 
And  guard  his  churches  when  they  praise, 
Join  in  the  praise  they  sing. 

4  While  all  his  wondrous  works 

Through  his  vast  kingdom  show 
Their  Maker's  glory,  thou,  my  soul, 
Shalt  sing  his  praises  too. 


104 


PHALMB.  171 

L.  M.—  Park-street. 
•  God's  majesty  as  the  Creator  and  sovereign  King. 

vi     1  MY  soul,  thy  great  Creator  praise  ; 
When  cloth'd  in  his  celestial  rays, 
He  in  full  majesty  appears, 
And  like  a  robe  his  glory  wears. 

2  The  heav'ns  are  for  his  curtains  spread; 
Th'  unfathom'd  deep  he  makes  his  bed; 
Clouds  are  his  chariot,  when  he  flies 
On  winged  storms  across  the  skies. 

£3  The  world's  foundation  by  his  hand 
Was  laid,  and  must  for  ever  stand: 
Thy  wisdom  and  thy  love  we  see ; 
The  spacious  earth  is  full  of  thee.] 

4  Vast  are  thy  works,  Almighty  Lord  ! 
All  nature  rests  upon  thy  word ; 
And  the  whole  race  of  creatures  stand, 
di        Waiting  their  portion  from  thy  hand. 

p    [5  But  when  thy  face  is  hid,  they  mourn, 
And  trembling,  to  their  dust  return  ; 
Both  man  and  beast  their  souls  resign. 
Life,  breath,  and  spirit,  all  are  thine.] 

ag    6  The  earth  stands  trembling  at  thy  stroke, 
And  at  thy  touch  the  mountains  smoke ; 

di        Yet  humble  souls  may  see  thy  face, 

And  tell  their  wants  to  sovereign  grace. 

7  In  thee,  my  hopes  and  wishes  meet, 
And  make  my  meditation  sweet ; 
cr        Thy  praises  shall  my  breath  employ 
Till  it  expire  in  endless  joy. 

1  A^  C.  ML—  Co-entry.    Arlington. 

JLv'ty*  God's  covenant  mercy. 

zi     .  GIVE  thanks  to  God,  invoke  his  name, 
And  tell  the  world  his  grace  ; 
Sound  through  the  earth  Iris  deeds  of  fame, 
That  all  may  seek  his  face. 

2  The  cov'nant  which  he  kept  in  mind, 
Through  ages  that  have  gone ; 
Ages  to  come  shall  ever  find, 
As  lasting  as  his  throne. 


172  PSALMS. 

1 1     3  He  swore  to  Abram  and  his  seed, 
And  made  the  blessing  sure, 
Gentiles  the  ancient  promise  read, 
And  find  his  truth  endure. 

di    4  Like  pilgrims  through  the  desert  ground, 
The  tribes  securely  mov'd; 
And  haughty  kings  that  on  them  frown'd, 
Severely  he  reprov'd. 

[5  The  Lord  himself  chose  out  their  way, 
And  led  their  steps  aright : 
Gave  them  a  shadowing  cloud  by  day, 
A  fiery  lamp  by  night] 

[C  He  gave  them  water  from  the  rock, 
Fed  them  with  bread  from  heav'n ; 
And  while  his  blessed  laws  they  broke, 
How  oft  were  they  forgiv'n  !] 

7  He  gave  them  Canaan  for  their  rest, 
The  type  of  heav'nly  joys; 
Through  them,  the  nations  shall  be  blest, 
And  in  thy  name  rejoice. 

cr    8  Then  let  the  world  forbear  its  rage, 
The  saints  renounce  their  fear: 
The  church  shall  live  from  age  to  age, 
And  be  th'  Almighty's  care. 


106 


FIRST  PART.    L.  M.— Park-street.     VanhaWs. 
God's  goodness  and  mercy  are  wonderful. 

vi     1  OH  !  render  thanks  to  God  above, 
The  fountain  of  eternal  love  ; 
Whose  mercy  firm,  through  ages  past, 
Hath  stood,  and  shall  for  ever  last. 

2  Who  can  his  mighty  deeds  express, 
So  wise,  so  vast'and  numberless  ? 
What  human  eloquence  can  raise 
His  tribute  of  immortal  praise? 

m     3  Extend  to  us  that  favor,  Lord, 

Thou  to  thy  chosen  dost  afford  ; 
When  thou  return'st  to  set  them  free, 
Oh  let  us  thy  salvation  see. 

T.  $B. 


106. 


PS  A  I  173 

SECOND  TART.    L.  BL— Park-street     Rotnu-nl. 

B  ime  subject. 


vi     1  TO  God,  the  great,  the  ever  blest, 
Let  songs  of  honor  be  address'd : 
His  mercy  firm  for  ever  stands  ; 
Give  him  the  thanks  his  love  demands. 

2  Who  knows  the  wonders  of  thy  ways  ? 
"Who  shall  fulfil  thy  boundless  praise  ? 
Blest  are  the  souls  that  fear  thee  still, 
And  seek  to  learn  and  do  thy  will. 

di     3  Remember  what  thy  mercy  did 

For  Jacob's  race  thy  chosen  seed ; 
And  with  the  same  salvation  bless 
The  meanest  suppliant  of  thy  grace. 

f    4  0  may  I  see  thy  tribes  rejoice, 

And  aid  their  triumphs  with  my  voice . 
This  is  my  glory,  Lord,  :„o  be 
Join'd  to  thy  saints,  and  near  to  thee. 

1  r\r*      THIRD  PART.     S.  M.— Ditniar.     St.  Giles. 
J-  v/\J«  God's  discipline  of  ancient  Israel. 

aff   1  GOD  of  eternal  love, 

How  fickle  are  our  ways  ! 
And  yet  how  oft  did  Israel  prove 
Thy  constancy  of  grace  ! 

2  They  saw  thy  wonders  wrought, 
cr  And  then  thy  praise  they  sung : 

— di     But  soon  thy  works  of  power  forgot, 
And  murmur'd  with  their  tongue. 

cr     3  Now  they  believe  his  word. 

While  rocks  with  rivers  flow  ! 
di        Now  with  their  lusts  provoke  the  Lord, 

And  he  reduc'd  them  low. 

f,r    4  Yet  when  they  mourn'd  their  guilt, 
He  harken'd  to  their  groans, 
Thought  of  his  covenant,  and  felt 
That  they  were  still  his  sons. 

cr     5  Their  names  were  in  his  book, 

He  sav'd  them  from  their  foes  ; 
Oft  he  chastis'd,  but  ne'er  forsook 
The  people  that  he  chose. 
15* 


171  PSALMS. 

vi    6  We  bless  thy  goodness,  Lord, 
To  Israel's  ancient  race  ; 
To  Christian  nations  still  afford, 
The  riches  of  thy  grace. 


FIRST  PART.    L.  M.— Chatham. 
•  Israel  led  to  Canaan,  and  Christians  to  heaven. 


107 

vi   [1  GIVE  thanks  to  God,  he  reigns  above, 

Kind  are  his  thoughts,  his  name  is  love  J 
His  mercy  ages  past  have  known, 
And  ages  long  to  come  shall  own.] 

2  Let  the  redeemed  of  the  Lord, 
The  wonders  of  his  grace  record  j 
Israel,  the  nation  whom  he  chose, 
And  rescu'd  from  their  mighty  foes. 

m     3  They  trac'd  the  desert,  wand'ring  round 
A  wild  and  solitary  ground ; 
Nor  food,  nor  fountain,  to  assuage 
Their  burning  thirst,  or  hunger's  rage. 

4  In  their  distress,  to  God  they  cried, 

cr  God  was  their  Saviour  and  their  guide  ; 
He  fed  and  cloth'd  them  with  his  hand, 
And  brought  their  tribes  to  Canaan's  land. 

5  So  when  our  first  release  we  gain, 
From  thraldom  worse  than  Egypt's  chain, 
We  have  a  wilderness  to  pass  ; 

— di     This  world's  a  tiresome,  desert  place 

' f     6  He  feeds  and  clothes  us  by  the  way, 
He  guides  our  footsteps  lest  we  stray  ; 
He  guards  us  with  a  powerful  hand, 
And  brings  us  to  the  heav'nly  land. 

xi.fl  O,  let  the  saints  with  joy  record, 

The  truth  and  goodness  of  the  Lord  ! 
How  great  his  works  !  how  kind  his  ways  ! 
Let  every  tongue  pronounce  his  praise. 


SECOND  PART.     L.  M.— Luther's  Hymn.    ex. 
Correction  for  sin,  and  release  by  prayer. 


107. 

vi     1  FROM  age  to  age  exalt  his  name, 

God  and  his  grace  are  still  the  same ; 
He  fills  the  hungry  souls  with  food, 
And  calls  them  to  his  blest  abode. 


PSALMS.  17B 

dill  2  But  if  their  sinful  murm'rings  rise 

Against  the  God  that  rules  the  skies  : 
If  they  neglect  his  neav'nly  word, 
And  slight  the  counsels  of  the  Lord: 

ag    3  He'll  bring  their  spirits  to  the  ground, 
Where  no  deliv'rer  shall  be  found; 
Laden  with  grief,  to  waste  their  brea.lt, 

p         In  darkness  and  the  shades  of  death. 

cr    4  Yet  if  to  him,  they  raise  their  cries, 
Mingled  with  penitential  sighs, 
He'll  scatter  all  the  dismal  shade, 
That  hangs  so  heavy  round  their  head. 

/!"5  He'll  break  the  bars  of  brass  in  twain  ; 
No  more  as  pris'ners  they'll  remain, 
Take  off  the  load  of  guilt  and  grief, 
And  give  the  lab'ring  soul  relief. 

tn^6  O  may  the  sons  of  men  record, 

The  wondrous  goodness  of  the  Lord: 
How  great  his  works !  how  kind  his  ways  ! 
Let  every  tongue  pronounce  his  praise. 

1  CV7  THIRD  PART.     L.  M.—  VanhaWs. 

JL  VJ  I   •  Mariners'  psalm. 

1  WOULD  you  behold  the  works  of  God, 
His  wonders  in  the  world  abroad, 
With  the  bold  mariners  survey 
The  boundless  regions  of  the  sea. 
\L  They  leave  their  native  shores  behind, 
And  seize  the  favor  of  the  wind, 
— cr    Till  God  command  and  tempests  rise, 
f        That  heave  the  ocean  to  the  skies. 

ag    3  When  helpers  fail,  and  death  is  nigh, 
Lost  to  all  hope,  to  God  they  cry ; 

cr         His  mercy  hears  their  loud  address, 
And  sends  salvation  in  distress. 

4  He  bids  the  winds  their  wrath  assuage  ; 
— p      The  furious  waves  then  cease  to  rage : 
cr        The  gladsome  train  their  fears  give  o'er, 

And  hail  with  joy  their  destin'd  shore. 
/     5  O,  may  the  sons  of  men  record 

The  wondrous  goodness  of  the  Lord  ! 

Their  vows  and  off  'rin^s.  grateful  bring, 

And  in  the  church  his  j  Jaises  sing. 


107 


175  PSALMS. 

FOURTH  PART.    C.  M.— Barby,    ex 

Same  subject. 

1  THY  works  of  glory,  mighty  Lord, 

Who  rul'st  the  boist'rous  sea  ; 

The  sons  of  courage  shall  record, 

Who  tempt  the  dang'rous  way. 

cr    2  At  thy  command  the  winds  arise, 
And  swell  the  tow'ring  waves  : 
/        The  men,  astonish'd,  mount  the  skies, 
— p  And  plunge  in  gaping  caves. 

eg   3  They  hear  the  dreadful  tempest  roar, 
And  pant  with  fluttering  breath  j 
Till  hopeless  of  the  distant  shore, 
They  look  for  instant  death. 

ex.  4  Then  to  the  Lord  they  raise  their  cries, 

He  hears  the  loud  request ; 
di — p  The  winds  are  hush'd,  the  tempest  dies  j 
— pp        The  billows  sink  to  rest. 

vi,f5  Soon  to  their  joy  the  port  appears  : 
Grateful  their  vows  they  pay 
To  him  who  sav'd  them  from  their  fears, 
Whom  winds  and  waves  obey. 

6  O  that  the  sons  of  men  would  praise 
The  goodness  of  the  Lord  ! 
Let  those  that  see  thy  wondrous  ways, 
Thy  wondrous  love  record. 


107 


FIFTH  PART.     C.  M.—  Dunchurch. 
God's  protection  to  mariners. 

1  HOW  are  thy  servants  bless'd,  O  Lord, 

How  sure  is  their  defence! 

Eternal  wisdom  is  their  guide, 

Their  help,  Omnipotence. 

2  In  foreign  realms  and  lands  remote, 

Supported  by  thy  care, 
Through  burning  climes  they  pass  unhurt, 
And  breathe  in  tainted  air. 

/     3  When  by  the  dreadful  tempest  borne 
High  on  the  broken  wave, 
They  know  thou  art  not  slow  to  hear, 
Nor  impotent  to  save. 


PSA  L.MS.  177 

di    4  The  storm  is  laid  ;  the  winds  retiie 

Obedient  to  thy  will ; 
cr        The  sea,  that  roars  at  thy  commandj 
p  At  thy  command  is  still. 

cr    5  In  midst  of  dangers,  fear,  and  death. 
Thy  goodness  we'll  adore; 
We'll  praise  thee  for  thy  mercies  past, 
And  humbly  hope  for  more. 

Addison-. 

1r\ry  SIXTH  PART.    Y's.—  Benevento. 

\J  I  •  Same  subject. 

]   THEY  that  toil  upon  the  deep 
And  in  vessels  light  and  frail, 
O'er  the  mighty  waters  sweep, 

With  the  billow  and  the  gale  ; 
Mark  what  wonders  God  performs, 
When  he  speaks,  and,  unconnn'd, 
f  Rush    to    battle    all   his    storms, 

In  the  chariots  of  the  wind. 

ff       2  Up  to  heav'n  their  bark  is  whirl'd, 

On  the  mountain  of  the  wrave  ; 
di  Downward  suddenly  'tis  hurl'd, 

p  To  th'  abysses  of  the  grave  ; 

cr  Mid  the  tempest  now  they  roll, 

As  intoxicate  with  wine  ; 
ag  Terrors  paralyze  their  soul, 

— p  Helm  they  quit  and  hope  resign. 

off      3  Tnen  unto  the  Lord  they  cry  : 
He  inclines  a  gracious  ear  ; 
Sends  deliv'rance  from  on  high, 
Rescues  them  from  all  their  fear  : 
/  O,  that  men  would  praise  the  Lord, 

For  his  goodness  to  their  race ; 
For  the  wonders  of  his  word, 
And  the  riches  of  his  grace. 

Montgomery. 
-1  f~\Q  C.  M.— Tolland.     Colchester 

-L  UO«  Exalted  praise. 

vi     1  AWAKE,  my  soul,  to  sound  his  praise, 
Awrake,  my  harp,  to  sing, 
Join  all  my  pow'rs  the  song  to  raise, 
And  morning  incense  brins:.    - 


178  PSALMS. 

2  Among  the  people  of  his  care. 
And  through  the  nations  round, 
Glad  songs  of  praise  let  saints  prepare 
And  there  his  name  resound. 

cr    3  Be  thou  exalted,  O  my  God. 
Above  the  starry  frame ; 
Diffuse  thy  heav'nly  grace  abroad, 
And  teach  the  world  thy  name. 

4  So  shall  thy  chosen  sons  rejoice, 
And  throng  thy  courts  above ; 
While  sinners  hear  thy  pard'ning  voice, 
And  taste  redeeming  love. 

Anon. 


109, 


C.  M. — Dunchurch. 
Love  to  enemies,  from  the  example  of  Christ. 


1  GOD  of  my  mercy  and  my  praise, 
Thy  glory  is  my  song; 
Though  sinners  speak  against  thy  grace, 
With  a  blaspheming  tongue. 

di    2  When  in  the  form  of  mortal  man, 
Thy  Son  on  earth  was  found, 
With  cruel  slanders,  false  and  vain, 
They  compass'd  him  around. 

off  3  Yet  would  his  kind  compassion  move: 
Their  peace  he  still  pursu'd ; 
Receiving  hatred  for  his  love. 
And  evil  for  his  good. 

f    4  Their  malice  rag'd  without  a  cause : 
p  Yet  with  his  dying  breath, 

He  pray'd  for  murd'rers  on  his  cross, 
And  bless'd  bis  foes  in  death. 

cr    5  Lord,  shall  thy  bright  example  shine 
In  vain  before  my  eyes? 
Give  me  a  soul  akin  to  thine, 
To  love  my  enemies. 

ei     6  The  Lord  shall  on  my  side  engage; 
And  in  my  Saviour's  name, 
I  shall  defeat  their  pride  and  rage, 
Who  slander  and  condemn. 


PSALMS.  ;-» 

1-|  r\  FIRST  PART.    L.  f&.—Park 

J-  \J»  Exaltation  of  Christ,  and  success  of  his  Gospel. 

mlU  THUS  God,  th'  eternal  Father,  spake 
To  Christ  the  Son:  "Ascend  and  sit 
At  my  right  hand,  till  I  shall  make 
Thy  foes  submissive  at  thy  feet. 

2  "From  Zion  shall  thy  word  proceed; 
Thy  word  the  sceptre  in  thy  hand, 
— di    Shall  make  the  hearts  of  rebels  bleed, 
And  bow  their  wills  to  thy  command. 

vi     3  ':  That  day  shall  show  thy  power  is  great, 
When  saints  shall  flock  with  willing; minds; 
And  sinners  crowd  thy  temple  gate, 
Where  holiness  in  beauty  shines." 

f.  in  4  O  blessed  power  !  O  glorious  day  ! 
How  large  a  vict'ry  shall  ensue  ! 
And  converts,  who  thy  grace  obey, 
Exceed  the  drops  of  morning  dew 

1-1  f\     SECOND  PART.     C.  M.— Colchester.     Coventry. 
-L  \J •  Christ's  kingdom  and  priesthood. 

1  JESUS,  our  Lord,  ascend  thy  throne, 

And  near  thy  Father  sit; 
In  Zion  shall  thy  power  be  known. 
And  make  thy  foes  submit. 

2  What  wonders  shall  thy  gospel  do  ! 

Thy  converts  shall  surpass 
The  num'rous  drops  of  morning  dew. 
And  own  thy  sovereign  grace. 

f.    T3  God  hath  pronounced  a  firm  decree, 
Nor  changes  what  he  swore  ; 
"  Eternal  shall  thy  priesthood  be, 
di  While  Aaron's  is  no  more." 

cr    4  Jesus  our  priest,  for  ever  lives. 

To  plead  for  us  above; 
f        Jesus  our  King,  for  ever  gives 

The  blessings  of  his  love. 

5  God  shall  exalt  his  glorious  head, 
His  lofty  throne  maintain; 
ag       Shall  strike  the  powers  and  princes  dead 
Who  dare  oppose  his  reign. 


PSALMS. 

1-j   I  FIRST  PAUT.     C.  M.— Colchester. 

-L  JL  •  God's  wisdom  and  grace. 

vi.fi  SONGS  of  immortal  praise  belong 
To  my  Almighty  God; 
He  has  my  heart,  and  he  my  tongue, 
To  spread  his  name  abroad. 

2  How  great  the  works  his  hand  hath  wrought! 

How  glorious  in  our  sight! 
And  men  in  every  age  have  sought 
His  wonders  with  delight. 

3  How  fair  and  glorious  nature's  frame; 

How  wise  th'  Eternal  mind  ! 
His  counsels  never  change  the  scheme 
His  thoughts  at  first  design'd. 

4  When  he  redeem'd  his  chosen  sons. 

He  fix'd  his  cov'nant  sure : 
The  orders  that  his  lips  pronounce 
To  endless  years  endure. 

[5  Nature  and  time,  and  earth  and  skies. 
Thy  heav'nly  skill  proclaim  ; 
What  shall  we  do  to  make  us  wise, 
But  learn  and  fear  thy  name  ?] 

ii  6  To  fear  thy  power,  to  trust  thy  grace 
Is  our  divinest  skill ; 
He  is  the  wisest  of  our  race 
Who  best  obeys  thy  will. 


111. 


SECOND  PART.     C.  M.—Dunchurch. 
The  perfections  of  God. 

1  GREAT  is  the  Lord;  his  works  of  might 

Demand  our  noblest  songs  ; 

O  let  th'  assembled  saints  unite 

Their  harmony  of  tongues. 

2  Great  is  the  mercy  of  the  Lord, 

He  gives  his  children  food; 

And  ever  mindful  of  his  word, 

He  makes  his  promise  good. 

3  His  Son,  the  great  Redeemer,  came 

To  seal  his  cov'nant  sure; 

Holy  and  rev'rend  is  his  name, 

His  ways  are  iust  and  pure. 


PSALMS.  18 

[4  They  that  would  grow  divinely  wise 
Must  with  his  fear  begin ; 
Our  fairest  proof  of  knowledge  lies 
In  hating  every  sin.J 

f    5  Great  is  the  Lord :  his  works  of  might 

Demand  our  highest  praise; 

Mercy  and  truth  are  his  delight, 

And  justice  marks  his  ways. 

1-1  Q\  FIRST  PART.     L.  P.  M.—Newcourt. 

■L&»  Blessings  of  the  liberal  man. 

f  '     1  THAT  man  is  blest  who  stands  in  awe 
Of  God,  and  loves  his  sacred  law; 

His  seed  on  earth  shall  be  renown'd : 
His  house  the  seat  of  wealth  shall  be, 
An  unexhausted  treasury, 

And  with  successive  honors  crown'd. 

2  His  lib'ral  favors  he  extends  ; 

To  some  he  gives,  to  others  lends  ; 

A  generous  pity  fills  his  mind : 
Yet  what  his  charity  impairs, 
He  saves  by  prudence  in  affairs, 

And  thus  he's  just  to  all  mankind. 

3  His  hands,  while  they  his  alms  bestow'd, 
His  glory's  future  harvest  sow'd  ; 

The  sweet  remembrance  of  the  just, 
Like  a  green  root,  revives  and  bears 
A  train  of  blessings  for  his  heirs, 
p  When  dying  nature  sleeps  in  dust 

f    4  Beset  with  threat'ning  dangers  round, 
Unmov'd  shall  he  maintain  his  ground  / 

His  conscience  holds  his  courage  up: 
The  soul  that's  filled  with  virtue's  light, 
Shines  brightest  in  affliction's  night, 

And  sees  in  darkness  beams  of  hope. 

1   1  O  SECOND  PART.     L.  M.-Luton. 

JL  A  /^  •  Blessings  of  the  pious  and  charitable. 

vi   1  THRICE  happy  man,  who  fears  the  Lord, 
Loves  his  commands  and  trusts  his  word ; 
Honor  and  peace  his  days  attend, 
And  blessings  on  his  seed  descend. 
16 


182  PSALMS. 

di  2  Compassion  dwells  upon  his  mind, 
To  works  of  mercy  still  inclin'd  ; 
He  lends  the  poor  his  cheerful  aid, 
Or  gives  them  not  to  be  repaid. 

p    3  When  times  grow  dark  and  tidings  spread, 
That  fill  th'  unguarded  soul  with  dread  %, 

cr      His  heart  is  arm'd  against  the  fear, 
For  God  with  all  his  power  is  there. 

f  4  His  soul  thus  fixTd  upon  the  Lord, 

Draws  heav'nly  courage  from  his  word ; 
Sees  mid  the  darkness,  light  arise, 
To  cheer  his  heart  and  bless  his  eyes. 

1   1  Q        THIRD  PART.     C.  M.—New  Cambridge. 
1  l-v«  Reward  of  liberality. 

1  HAPPY  is  he  that  fears  the  Lord 
And  follows  his  commands; 
Who  lends  the  poor  without  reward, 
Or  gives  with  lib'ral  hands. 
di    2  As  pity  dwells  within  his  breast 

To  all  the  sons  of  need  ; 
cr        So  God  shall  answer  his  request 
With  blessings  on  his  seed. 
.  [3  No  evil  tidings  shall  surprise 
His  well  establish'd  mind; 
His  soul  to  God  his  refuge  flies, 
Leaving  his  fears  behind.] 

4  In  times  of  danger  and  distress, 

Some  beams  of  light  shall  shine  ; 
For  God,  his  strength  and  righteousness 
Shall  give  him  peace  divine. 

5  His  works  of  piety  and  love, 

Remain  before  the  Lord  j 
Honor  on  earth,  and  joys  above, 
Shall  be  his  sure  reward. 

11Q         FIRST  PART.     L.  P.  M.— St.  Helen's. 
J-  X  O  •  Majesty  and  condescension  of  God. 

vi  1  YE  that  delight  to  serve  the  Lord, 
The  honors  of  his  name  record, 

His  sacred  name  for  ever  bless : 
Where'er  the  circling  sun  displays 
His  rising  beams  or  setting  rays, 

Let  lands  and  seas  his  power  confess. 


2  Not  time,  nor  nature's  narrow  rounds. 
Can  give  his  vast  dominion  bounds  ; 
The  heav'ns  are  far  below  his  height. 
m<B      Let  no  created  greatness  dare 
With  our  eternal  God  compare, 
Arm'd  with  his  uncreated  might. 

di     3  He  bows  his  glorious  head  to  view 
What  the  bright  hosts  of  angels  do, 

And  bends  his  care  to  mortal  things : 
His  sovereign  hand  exalts  the  poor  ; 
He  takes  the  needy  from  the  door, 

And  fits  them  for  the  thrones  of  kings. 


113 


SECOND  PART.    L.  M.— Park-street. 
God  sovereign  and  gracious. 

vi       1  YE  servants  of  th>  Almighty  King, 
In  every  age  his  praises  sing : 
Where'er  the  sun  shall  rise  and  set, 
The  nations  shall  his  praise  repeat. 

2  Above  the  earth,  beyond  the  sky, 
Stands  his  high  throne  of  majesty ; 
Nor  time,  nor  place,  his  power  restrain, 
Nor  bound  his  universal  reign. 

p        3  Which  of  the  sons  of  Adam  dare, 
Or  angels,  with  our  God  compare'? 

cr  His  glories  how  divinely  bright, 

Who  dwrells  in  uncreated  light ! 

di  m  4  Behold  his  love !  he  stoops  to  view 
What  saints  above,  and  angels  do  : 

p  And  condescends  yet  more  to  know 

The  mean  affairs  of  men  below. 

cr      5  From  dust  and  cottages  obscure, 
His  grace  exalts  the  humble  poor, 
Gives  them  the  honor  of  his  sons, 

/  And  fits  them  for  their  heav'nly  thrones. 

11    A  L.  M.— Sterling. 

J-  ^fc»  Miracles  attending  Israel's  journey. 

I »     1  WHEN  Israel,  freed  from  Pharaoh's  hand, 
Left  the  proud  tyrant  and  his  land; 
The  tribes  their  cheerful  homage  paid, 
To  their  supreme,  exalted  Head. 


184  PSALMS. 

2  Across  the  deep  their  journey  lay  ; 
It  was  the  Lord's  appointed  way : 
Jordan  beheld  their  march,  and  fled 
With  backward  current  to  its  head. 

di    3  What  pow'r  could  make  that  deep  divide, 

And  Jordan  backward  roll  its  tide  ? 
vi         Why  did  ye  leap,  ye  little  hills  ? 
ag       And  whence  the  fright  that  Sinai  feel9  ? 

mce  4  Let  every  nation,  every  flood 

Retire,  and  know  th'  approaching  God  ! 
The  King  of  Israel  triumphs  here  ; 
Tremble,  thou  earth,  thy  Maker  fear. 

11   /T  FIRST  PART.     L.  M.— Sterling. 

J-t/«  Glory  due  not  to  the  creature,  but  to  the  Creator. 

1  NOT  to  ourselves,  who  are  but  dust, 
Not  to  ourselves  is  glory  due, 
But  to  thy  name,  thou  only  just, 
Thou  only  gracious,  wise,  and  true. 

cr    2  The  God  we  serve  maintains  his  throne 
Above  the  clouds,  beyond  the  skies ; 
And  may  his  will  on  earth  be  done. 
Supreme,  till  time  and  nature  dies. 
J ''     3  Vain  are  the  idols  men  adore, 

Made  by  themselves  of  stone  or  wood  ; 
Senseless  the  mass  of  glitt'ring  ore, 
The  silver  saint  or  golden  god. 
/     4  O  Israel !  make  the  Lord  thy  hope, 
Thy  help,  thy  refuge,  and  thy  rest; 
The  Lord  shall  build  thy  ruins  up, 
And  thou  shalt  be  for  ever  blest. 


115. 


SECOND  PART.    10's.— 6  fines.—  Walworth. 
God  alone  to  be  worshipped. 


'  1 1  NOT  to  our  names,  thou  only  just  and  true, 
Not  to  our  worthless  names  is  glory  due ; 
Thy  pow'r  and  grace,  thy  truth  and  justice 

claim 
Immortal  honors  to  thy  sovereign  name : 
tr    Shine  through  the  earth,  from  heav'n  thy 
blest  abode. 
Nor  let  the  heathen  sav,  "  And  where's  your 
God  V' 


PSALMS.  186 

2  Heav'n  is  thy  higher  court ;  there  stands  thy 

throne, 
And  through  the  lower  worlds  thy  will  is  done; 
Our  God  fram'd  all  this  earth,  these  heav'ns 

he  spread ; 
di     But  fools  adore  the  gods  their  hands  have 

made: 
The  moving  crowd  with  looks  devout  behold 
Their  silver  saviours,  and  their  saints  of  gold. 

3  O  Israel !  trust  the  Lord  ;  he  hears  and  sees  ; 
He  knows  thy  sorrows,  and  restores  thy  peace ; 
His  worship  does  a  thousand  comforts  yield  ; 
He  is  thy  help,  and  he  thy  heav'nly  shield. 

O  Israel,  trust  the  Lord  ;  let  songs  arise, 
Let  Zion  bless  the  God  that  built  the  skies. 

1    f*     FIRST  PART.     C.  M.-  Chester.     Retirement. 
-*-  J-  vl  •  Praise  for  recovery  from  siclDiess. 

d      II  LOVE  the  Lord ;  he  heard  my  cries, 
And  pitied  every  groan  ; 
Long  as  I  live,  when  troubles  rise, 
I'll  hasten  to  his  throne. 

2  I  love  the  Lord  ;  he  bow'd  his  ear 

And  chased  my  griefs  away: 

O  let  my  heart  no  more  despair, 

VV^hile  I  have  breath  to  pray. 

p      3  My  flesh  declin'd,  my  spirits  fell, 

And  I  drew  near  the  dead  ; 
ag       While  inward  pangs,  and  fears  of  hell, 

Perplex'd  my  wakeful  head. 

ex    4  "  My  God,"  I  cried,  "  thy  servant  save, 
Thou  ever  good  and  just ; 
Thy  power  can  rescue  from  the  grave, 
Thy  power  is  all  my  trust." 

5  The  Lord  beheld  me  sore  distress'd, 

He  bid  my  pains  remove  : 
cr        Return,  my  soul,  to  God  thy  rest, 
For  thou  hast  known  his  love. 

6  My  God  hath  sav'd  my  soul  from  death, 

And  dried  my  falling  tears  ; 
f        Now,  in  his  praise  I'll  spend  my  breath, 
And  my  remaining  years. 
10* 


m  PSALMS. 


SECOND  PART.    C.  M.— New  Cambridge. 
Public  thanks  for  private  deliverance. 


116. 

vi     1  WHAT  shall  I  render  to  my  God 
For  all  his  kindness  shown  ? 
My  feet  shall  visit  thine  abode, 
My  songs  address  thy  throne. 

2  Among  the  saints  that  fill  thy  house, 
My  ofFrings  shall  be  paid ; 
There  shall  my  zeal  perform  the  vows 
My  soul  in  anguish  made. 

di    3  How  much  is  mercy  thy  delight, 
Thou  ever-blessed  God ! 
How  dear  thy  servants  in  thy  sight  \ 
How  precious  is  their  blood  ! 

cr     1  How  happy  all  thy  servants  are  ! 
How  great  thy  grace  to  me ! 
My  life,  which  thou  hast  made  thy  care, 
Lord,  I  devote  to  thee. 

/     5  Now  I  am  thine,  for  ever  thine, 
Nor  shall  my  purpose  move  ; 
Thy  hand  hath  loos'd  my  bonds  of  pain, 
And  bound  me  with  thy  love. 

6  Here  in  thy  courts  I  leave  my  vow, 
And  thy  rich  grace  record : 
Witness,  ye  saints,  that  hear  me  now, 
If  I  forsake  the  Lord. 

1  1  f\  THIRD  PART.    C.  L.  M.— The  Adieu. 

llUi  A  song  of  deliverance. 

1  I  LOVE  the  Lord,  whose  gracious  ear 

Was  open  to  my  cry ; 
He  bade  me,  in  the  time  of  fear, 

Upon  his  grace  rely : 
Long  as  I  live,  I'll  trust  his  care, 
To  him  address  my  fervent  prayer. 

off  2  Death's  sorrows  had  encompass'd  me, 
I  felt  the  pains  of  hell ; 
On  every  side  was  misery, 

My  woes  no  tongue  could  tell : 
Then  I  broke  forth  without  control, 
#u;       "  Lord,  I  beseech  thee,  save  my  soul !" 


PSALMS.  18 

di    3  Tender  and  gracious  is  his  name  ; 
Our  God  is  ever  kind  ; 
The  meek  shall  his  protection  claim, 

The  humble,  mercy  find  : 
Unto  thy  rest,  my  soul  return, 
The  bounties  of  thy  God  discern. 
cr    4  The  Lord  hath  kept  my  soul  from  death, 

Preserv'd  my  eyes  from  tears ; 
di        My  feet  from  falling,  where  beneath, 
Were  spread  the  fowler's  snares  : 
/         Living,  I'll  walk  before  the  Lord ; 
His  name  for  ever  be  ador'd. 

M.  s. 

1-|  tj    FIRST  PART.     C.  ML— Colchester.     Coventry. 
JL   I  •  Praise  to  God  from  all  nations. 

1  O  ALL  ye  nations,  praise  the  Lord, 

Each  with  a  diff 'rent  tongue ; 
In  every  language  learn  his  word, 
And  let  his  name  be  sung. 

2  His  mercy  reigns  through  every  land, 

Proclaim  his  grace  abroad ; 
For  ever  firm  his  truth  shall  stand, 
Praise  ye  the  faithful  God. 

1-1  ry         SECOND  PART.     L.  M.— Old  Hundred. 
JL   /  •  Same  subject. 

1  FROM  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies, 
Let  the  Creator's  praise  arise  : 

Let  the  Redeemer's  name  be  sung, 
Through  every  land,  by  every  tongue. 
p      2  Eternal  are  thy  mercies,  Lord, 
cr        Eternal  truth  attends  thy  word ; 
/         Thy  praise  shall  sound  from  shore  to  shore 
— di    Till  suns  shall  rise  and  set  no  more. 

11  ry  THIRD  PART.    S.  M.— Clapton. 

-L  I  •  Same  subject. 

/     1  THY  name,  Almighty  Lord, 

Shall  sound  through  distant  lands  ; 
Great  is  thy  grace  and  sure  thy  word, 
Thy  truth  for  ever  stands. 

2  Far  be  thine  honors  spread, 

And  long  thy  praise  endure ; 
— di    Till  morning  light  and  evening  shade, 
—p  Shall  be  exchang'd  no  more. 


188  rs*  LMS 

1-j  *J  FOURTH  PART.    Ts.-German  Air. 

-*    •  Same  subject. 

ti     1  ALL  ye  nations  praise  the  Lord 
All  ye  lands  your  voices  raise ; 
Heav'n  and  earth,  with  loud  accord 
Praise  the  Lord,  for  ever  praise. 
2  For  his  truth  and  mercy  stand, 
Past  and  present  and  to  be, 
Like  the  years  of  his  right  hand, 
Like  his  own  eternity. 
f    3  Praise  him,  ye  who  know  his  love, 

Praise  him  from  the  depths  beneath 
Praise  him  in  the  heights  above  ; 
Praise  your  Maker  all  that  breathe. 

Montgomery 

1-1  r\     FIRST  PART.     C.  M.— Colchester.     Peterborough. 
J-  O*  Deliverance  from  a  tumult. 

1  THE  Lord  appears  my  helper  now  ; 

My  soul  is  not  afraid 
Of  what  the  sons  of  earth  can  do, 

Since  heav'n  affords  its  aid. 
di    2  'Tis  safer,  Lord,  to  hope  in  thee, 

And  have  my  God  my  friend, 
Than  trust  in  men  of  high  degree, 

And  on  their  truth  depend. 
cr    3  'Tis  through  the  Lord  my  heart  is  strong  ; 

In  him  my  lips  rejoice  : 
f        While  his  salvation  is  my  song, 

How  cheerful  is  my  voice ! 
!  I    4  Though  angry  foes  beset  me  round, 
di  When  God  appears  they  fly ; 

or        So  burning  thorns,  with  crackling  sound 

Will  blaze  and  quickly  die. 
vi    5  Joy  to  the  saints  and  peace  belong 

The  Lord  directs  their  ways; 
f        Let  Israel  tune  th'  immortal  song, 

To  his  immortal  grace. 

1   1  n      SECOND  PART.    C.  M.—  New  Cambridge. 
-I-  X  O*       Public  praise  for  deliverance  from  death. 

1  LORD,  thou  hast  heard  thy  servant  cry. 
And  rescu'd  from  the  grave  j 
Now  shall  he  live,  for  none  can  die 
If  God  resolve  to  save. 


PSALMS.  1 

2  Thy  praise  more  constant  than  before, 
Shall  fill  his  daily  breath  ; 
Thy  hand  that  hath  chastis'd  him  sore, 
Defends  him  still  from  death. 

vi  3  Open  the  gates  of  Zion  now, 

That  we  may  worship  there: 
To  thine  own  house  with  joy  we'll  go, 
Thy  mercy  to  declare. 

4  Among  th'  assemblies  of  thy  saints, 
Our  thankful  voice  we'll  raise : 
di        There  we  have  told  thee  our  complaints, 
cr  And  there  we'll  speak  thy  praise. 


118. 


THIRD  PART.    C.  M .— Remembrance. 
Christ  the  foundation  of  his  church. 


1  BEHOLD  the  sure  foundation  stone, 
Which  God  in  Zion  lays, 
To  build  our  heav'nly  hopes  upon, 
And  his  eternal  praise. 

d      2  Chosen  of  God,  for  ever  dear, 
The  saints  adore  his  name  ; 
They  trust  their  whole  salvation  here, 
Nor  shall  they  suffer  shame. 

'  l    3  The  foolish  builders,  scribe  and  priest, 

Reject  it  with  disdain  ; 
cr        Yet  on  this  Rock  the  church  shall  rest, 

And  envy  rage  in  vain. 

ag    4  What  though  the  gates  of  hell  withstood  t 
Yet  must  this  building  rise  : 

f        'Tis  thine  own  work,  Almighty  God  ! 
And  wondrous  in  our  eyes. 

1-1  Q  FOURTH  PART.     C.  M.—  Channing. 

-L  0»  For  the  Lord's  day. 

1  THIS  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made; 

He  calls  the  hours  his  own : 
vi        Let  heav'n  rejoice,  let  earth  be  glad, 
And  praise  surround  the  throne. 

2  To-day  he  rose  and  left  the  dead, 

And  Satan's  empire  fell: 
To-day  the  saints  his  triumph  spread, 
And  all  his  wonders  tell. 


190  PSALMS. 

f     3  Hosanna  to  th'  anointed  King ! 

To  David's  holy  Son ! 
di        Help  us,  O  Lord;  descend  and  bring 

Salvation  from  thy  throne. 

[4  Blest  be  the  Lord,  who  comes  to  men 
With  messages  of  grace  ! 
Who  comes  in  God  his  Father's  name, 
To  save  our  sinful  race.] 

ff    5  Hosanna  in  the  highest  strains 

The  church  on  earth  can  raise ; 
The  highest  heav'ns  in  which  he  reigns, 
Shall  give  him  nobler  praise. 

1  lO  FIFTH  PART.    S.  M.—Shirland. 

■*-  -I-  O*  Same  subject. 

' '        1  SEE  what  a  living  stone 

The  builders  did  refuse ; 

cr  Yet  God  hath  built  his  church  thereon, 

In  spite  of  envious  Jews. 

di        2  The  scribe  and  angry  priest 

Reject  thine  only  Son  ; 
cr  Yet  on  this  Rock  shall  Zion  rest, 

As  the  chief  corner-stone. 

f        3  The  work,  O  Lord,  is  thine, 

And  wondrous  in  our  eyes ; 
This  day  declares  it  all  divine, 
This  day  did  Jesus  rise. 

di        4  This  is  the  glorious  day 

That  our  Redeemer  made ; 

cr  Let  us  rejoice,  and  sing,  and  pray  j 

Let  all  the  church  be  glad. 

/        5  Hosanna  to  the  King 

Of  David's  royal  blood; 
Bless  him,  ye  saints  ;  he  comes  to  bring 
Salvation  from  your  God. 

6  We  bless  thy  holy  word, 

Which  all  this  grace  displays  : 
And  offer  on  thine  altar,  Lord, 
Our  sacrifice  of  praise. 


PSALM3.  j;i 

11  O    SIXTH  PART.     L.  M.—Rothicell.     Chatham 
J-  O*  Same  subject. 

1  LO  !  what  a  glorious  corner-stone 

The  Jewish  builders  did  refuse  ! 
Yet  God  hath  built  his  church  thereon, 
Spite  of  the  rage  of  envious  Jews. 

2  Great  God,  the  work  is  all  divine, 

The  joy  and  wonder  of  our  eyes  : 
This  is  the  day  that  proves  it  thine, 
The  day  that  saw  our  Saviour  rise. 

vi     3  Sinners,  rejoice,  ye  saints,  be  glad; 
f  Hosanna,  let  his  name  be  blest : 

A  thousand  honors  on  his  head, 
With  peace,  and  light,  and  glory  rest 

m     4  In  God's  own  name  he  comes  to  bring 
Salvation  to  our  dying  race; 

ff       Let  the  whole  church  address  their  King 
With  hearts  of  joy  and  songs  of  praise. 

[Watts  collects  and  arranges  what  he  considers  the  most  useful 
verses  of  the  119th  Psalm,  into  various  heads,  forming  a  distinct  poem 
upon  each  of  them.  By  such  transpositions  of  the  text,  he  aims  at 
closer  connexious  of  thought,  in  accordance  with  the  style  of  modem 
song.] 

119 

If  1  BLEST  are  the  undefiled  in  heart, 
Whose  ways  are  right  and  clean  ; 
Who  never  from  thy  law  depart, 
But  flee  from  every  sin. 

2  Blest  are  the  men  that  keep  thy  word. 

And  practise  thy  commands; 
With  their  whole  heart  they  seek  the  Lord, 
And  serve  thee  with  their  hands. 

3  Great  is  their  peace  who  love  thy  law, 

How  firm  their  souls  abide ! 
Nor  can  a  bold  temptation  draw 
Their  steady  feet  aside. 

4  Then  shall  my  heart  have  inward  joy, 

And  keep  my  face  from  shame, 
When  all  thy  statutes  I  obey, 
And  glorify  thy  name. 


FIRST  PART.    C.  M.— Remembrance. 
Blessedness  of  saints. 


192  PSALMS 

119 


SECOND  PART.    C.  M.—  Dunchurch. 
Constant  communion  with  God. 


1  TO  thee,  before  the  dawning  light, 
My  gracious  God,  I  pray ; 
I  meditate  thy  name  by  night, 
And  keep  thy  law  by  day. 

di    2  My  spirit  faints  to  see  thy  grace, 
Thy  promise  bears  me  up  ; 
And  while  salvation  long  delays, 
Thy  word  supports  my  hope. 

cr    3  Seven  times  a  day  I  lift  my  hands, 
And  pay  my  thanks  to  thee; 
Thy  bounteous  providence  demands 
Continual  praise  from  me. 

di    4  When  midnight  darkness  veils  the  skies, 

I  call  thy  works  to  mind  ; 
cr        My  thoughts  in  warm  devotions  rise, 

And  sweet  acceptance  find. 

nQ  THIRD  PART.     C.  M.-  Colchester. 

tJ  •  God  is  our  portion. 

1  THOU  art  my  portion,  O  my. God! 

Soon  as  I  know  thy  way, 
My  heart  makes  haste  t'  obey  thy  word, 
And  suffers  no  delay. 

2  I  choose  the  path  of  heav'nly  truth, 

And  glory  in  my  choice ; 
Not  all  the  riches  of  the  earth 
Could  make  me  so  rejoice. 

3  The  testimonies  of  thy  grace 

I  set  before  my  eyes  ; 
Thence  I  derive  my  daily  strength, 
And  there  my  comfort  lies. 

di    4  If  once  I  wander  from  thy  path, 
I  think  upon  my  ways ; 
Then  turn  my  feet  to  thy  commands, 
And  trust  thy  pard'ning  grace. 

5  Thou  hast  induc'd  this  heart  of  mine 
Thy  statutes  to  fulfil ; 
And  thus,  till  mortal  life  shall  end, 
Would  I  perform  thy  will. 


PSALMS.  103 


cr    G  Now  I  am  thine,  for  ever  thine3 
O  save  thy  servant,  Lord  ; 
Thou  art  my  shield,  my  hiding  place, 
My  hope  is  in  thy  word. 


119. 


FOURTH  PART.     C.  M.— Remembrance. 
Instruction  from  the  Scriptures. 


'  ■  1  HOW  shall  the  young  secure  their  hearts. 
And  guard  their  lives  from  sin  ? 
Thy  word  the  choicest  rules  imparts 
To  keep  the  conscience  clean. 

2  When  once  it  enters  to  the  mind, 
It  spreads  such  light  abroad, 
The  meanest  souls  instruction  find, 
And  raise  their  thoughts  to  God. 

cr  3  'Tis  like  the  sun,  a  heav'nly  light, 

That  guides  us  all  the  day  ; 
di      And  through  the  dangers  of  the  night, 

A  lamp  to  lead  our  way. 

4  The  men  that  keep  thy  law  with  care. 
And  meditate  thy  word, 
Grow  wiser  than  their  teachers  are, 
And  better  know  the  Lord. 

cr  5  Thy  precepts  make  me  truly  wise, 
I  hate  the  sinners'  road  ; 
I  hate  my  own  vain  thoughts  that  rise ; 
But  love  thy  law,  my  God. 

[6  The  starry  heav'ns  thy  rule  obey, 
The  earth  maintains  her  place  ; 
And  these  thy  servants,  night  and  day, 
Thy  skill  and  pow'r  express. 

7  But  still  thy  law  and  gospel,  Lord. 

Have  lessons  more  divine  ; 
Not  earth  stands  firmer  than  thy  word, 
Nor  stars  so  nobly  shine.] 

8  Thy  word  is  everlasting  truth, 

How  pure  is  every  page ! 
That  holy  book  shall  guide  our  youth, 
And  well  support  our  age. 
17 


194  PSALMS. 


119. 


FIFTH  PART.     C.  M.—Barby 

Delight  in  the  Scriptures. 

a  1  O  HOW  I  love  thy  holy  law  ! 

5Tis  daily  my  delight ; 
And  thence  my  meditations  draw 
Divine  advice  by  night. 

2  My  waking  eyes  prevent  the  day 
To  meditate  thy  word  ; 
— di        My  soul  with  longing  melts  away, 
To  hear  thy  gospel.  Lord. 

cr        3  Thy  heav'nly  truths  my  heart  engage, 
And  well  employ  my  tongue ; 
And  in  my  tiresome  pilgrimage 
Yield  me  a  cheerful  song, 

4  No  treasures  so  enrich  the  mind ; 

Nor  shall  thy  word  be  sold 

For  loads  of  silver  well  refin'd, 

Nor  heaps  of  choicest  gold, 

p  5  When  nature  sinks  and  spirits  droop, 

Thy  promises  of  grace 
cr  Are  pillars  to  support  my  hope, 

And  there  I  write  thy  praise. 


119 


SIXTH  PART.     C.  M.—  Peterborough.    Moravian. 
<       Conflict  with  sin,  and  comfort  from  the  wora. 

1  LORD,  I  esteem  thy  judgments  right 

And  all  thy  statutes  just ; 
Thence  I  maintain  a  constant  fight 
With  every  flatt'ring  Just. 

2  Thy  precepts  often  I  survey  ; 

I  keep  thy  law  in  sight 
Through  all  the  business  of  the  day, 
To  form  my  actions  right. 

d     3  My  heart  in  midnight  silence  cries, 
"  How  sweet  thy  comforts  are  \" 
My  thoughts  in  holy  wonder  rise, 
My  heart  in  praise  and  prayer. 

4  And  when  my  spirit  drinks  her  fill 
At  some  good  word  of  thine  ; 
J        Not  mighty  men,  that  share  the  spoil, 
Have  joys  compar'd  to  mine. 


PSALMS.  195 

1-1  Q        SEVENTH  PART.     C.  M.— Peterborough. 
A  *J  •  The  scripture  morality  surpasses  every  other  system. 

' *     1  LET  all  the  heathen  writers  join 
To  form  one  perfect  book : 
Great  God,  if  once  compar'd  with  thine, 
How  mean  their  writings  look  ! 

2  Not  the  most  perfect  rules  they  gave 

Could  show  one  sin  forgiv'n ; 

Or  lead  a  step  beyond  the  grave: 

But  thine  conduct  to  heav'n. 

3  I've  seen  an  end  to  what  we  call 

Perfection  here  below  : 
How  short  the  pow'rs  of  nature  falL 
And  can  no  farther  go. 

4  Yet  men  would  fain  be  just  with  God, 

By  works  their  hands  have  wrought; 
But  thy  commands,  exceeding  broad, 
Extend  to  every  thought 

di     5  In  vain  we  boast  perfection  here, 
While  sin  denies  our  frame, 
And  sinks  our  virtues  down  so  far, 
They  scarce  deserve  the  name. 

6  Our  faith  and  love,  and  every  grace, 
Fall  far  below  thy  word  ; 
cr         While  perfect  truth  and  righteousness 
Dwell  only  with  the  Lord. 


119 


EIGHTH  PART.    C.  M.— Retirement. 
Richness  and  variety  of  the  Scriptures. 

1  LORD,  I  have  made  thy  word  my  choice ; 

My  lasting  heritage ; 
There  shall  my  noblest  powers  rejoice, 
My  warmest  thoughts  engage. 

2  I'll  read  the  hisfries  of  thy  love, 

And  keep  thy  laws  in  sight ; 
While  through  the  promises  I  rove, 
With  ever  new  delight. 

3  'Tis  a  broad  land  of  wealth  unknown, 

Where  springs  of  life  arise  ; 
Seeds  of  immortal  bliss  are  sown, 
And  hidden  glory  lies. 


1S3  PSALMS. 

di    4  The  best  relief  that  mourners  have  j 
It  makes  our  sorrows  blest : 

cr        Our  fairest  hope  beyond  the  grave. 
And  our  eternal  rest. 


119 


NINTH  PART.    C.  M.— Barby. 
The  Spirit  teaches  by  the  word. 

1  THY  mercies  fill  the  earth,  O  Lord, 

How  good  thy  works  appear ! 
Open  mine  eyes  to  read  thy  word, 
And  see  thy  wonders  there. 

2  My  heart  was  fashion'd  by  thy  hand, 

My  service  is  thy  due  : 
O  make  thy  servant  understand 
The  duties  he  must  do. 

di     3  Since  I'm  a  stranger  here  below, 

Let  not  th}'-  path  be  hid ; 
cr        But  mark  the  road  my  feet  should  go, 

And  be  my  constant  guide. 

p      4  When  I  confess'd  my  wand'ring  ways, 
Thou  heard'st  my  soul  complain: 

cr        Grant  me  the  teachings  of  thy  grace, 
Or  I  shall  stray  again. 

5  If  God  to  me  his  statutes  show, 
And  heav'nly  truth  impart  j 
His  work  for  ever  111  pursue, 
His  law  shall  rule  my  heart. 

[6  When  I  have  learn'd  my  Fathers  will, 
I'll  tell  the  world  his  ways  ; 
My  thankful  iips,  insp'r'd  with  z.eal, 
Shall  loud  pronounce  his  praise.] 

TENTH  TART.    C.  N.—  Dunchurch. 
Pleading  the  promises. 

1  BEHOLD  thy  waiting  servant,  Lord, 
Devoted  to  thy  fear  ; 
Remember  and  confirm  thy  word, 
For  all  my  hopes  are  there. 

I  Hast  thou  not  sent  salvation  down, 
And  promis'd  quick'ning  grace  ? 
Doth  not  my  heart  address  thy  throne  ? 
And  yet  thy  love  delays. 


119 


PSALMS.  VJT 

aff  3  Mine  eyes  for  thy  salvation  fail ; 
O  bear  thy  servant  up  ; 
Nor  let  the  scoffing  lips  prevail 
That  dare  reproach  my  hope. 

4  Didst  thou  not  raise  my  faith,  O  Lord? 
Then  let  thy  truth  appear; 
t;t         Saints  shall  rejoice  in  my  reward, 
And  trust  as  well  as  fear. 

11   Q         ELEVENTH  PART.     C.  M.— Rochester. 
■i-  *s  •  Breathing  after  holiness. 

aff  1  OH  that  the  Lord  would  guide  my  ways 
To  keep  his  statutes  still ! 
Oh  that  my  God  would  grant  me  grace 
To  know  and  do  his  will ! 

2  Oh  send  thy  Spirit  down  to  write 

Thy  law  upon  my  heart ! 
Nor  let  my  tongue  indulge  deceit, 
Or  act  the  liars'  part. 

3  From  vanity  turn  off  my  eyes, 

Let  no  corrupt  design, 
Nor  covetous  desires,  arise 
Within  this  soul  of  mine. 

4  Order  my  footsteps  by  thy  word, 

And  make  my  heart  sincere  ; 
Let  sin  have  no  dominion,  Lord, 
But  keep  my  conscience  clear. 

di     5  My  soul  hath  gone  too  far  astray, 
My  feet  too  often  slip  ; 
Yet  since  I  keep  in  mind  thy  way, 
Restore  thy  wand'ring  sheep. 

6  Make  me  to  walk  in  thy  commands, 
vi  'Tis  a  delightful  road  ; 

Nor  let  my  head,  nor  heart,  nor  hands 
Offend  against  my  God, 


119 


TWELFTH  PART.     C.  M.—Burford. 
Prayer  for  comfort  and  deliverance. 

1  MY  God,  consider  my  distress, 
Let  mercy  plead  my  cause ; 
Though  I  have  sinn'd  against  thy  grace, 
I  love  thy  holy  laws. 
17* 


198  PSALMS. 

ajf  2  Forbid,  forbid  the  sharp  reproach, 
Which  I  so  justly  fear  ; 
Uphold  my  life,  sustain  my  hopes, 
Nor  let  my  shame  appear. 

3  Be  thou  a  surety,  Lord,  for  me, 

Nor  let  the  proud  oppress  ; 
But  make  thy  waiting  servant  see 
The  shillings  of  thy  face. 

4  My  eyes  with  expectation  fail, 

My  heart  within  me  cries, 
ex       "When  will  the  Lord  his  word  fulfil. 
And  make  my  comforts  rise?" 

5  Look  down  upon  my  sorrows,  Lord, 

And  show  thy  grace  the  same : 
Thy  tender  mercies  still  afford, 
To  those  that  fear  thy  name. 

1   1   A       THIRTEENTH  PART.     C.  M.— Rochester. 
.1-  J-  9J  •       Holy  fear,  and  tenderness  of  conscience. 

off  1  WITH  my  whole  heart  I've  sought  thy  face ; 
O  let  me  never  stray 
From  thy  commands,  O  God  of  grace, 
Nor  tread  the  sinner's  way. 

2  Thy  word  I've  hid  within  my  heart, 

To  keep  my  conscience  clean, 
And  be  an  everlasting  guard 
From  every  rising  sin. 

3  I'm  a  companion  of  the  saints, 

Who  fear  and  love  the  Lord  ; 
My  sorrows  rise,  my  nature  faints, 
When  men  transgress  thy  word. 

4  While  sinners  do  thy  gospel  wrong, 

My  spirit  stands  in  awe  ; 
My  soul  abhors  a  lying  tongue, 
But  loves  thy  righteous  law. 

5  My  heart  with  sacred  rev'rence  hears 

The  threat'nings  of  thy  word; 
My  flesh  with  holy  trembling  fears 
The  judgments  of  the  Lord. 

m     6  My  God,  I  long,  I  hope,  I  wait 
For  thy  salvation  still ; 
Thy  holy  law  is  my  delight, 
And  I  obey  thy  will. 


PS.VLMS.  199 

11   Q        FOURTEENTH  PART.     C.  Sl.—Burford. 
li/i  Benefit  of  affliction. 

aff  1  CONSIDER  all  my  sorrows.  Lord, 
And  thy  deliv'rance  send  ; 
My  soul  for  thy  salvation  faints : 
"When  will  my  troubles  end? 

2  Yet  I  have  found  'tis  good  for  me 

To  bear  my  Father's  rod; 
Afflictions  make  me  learn  thy  law, 
And  live  upon  my  God. 

3  Had  not  thy  word  been  my  delight 

When  earthly  joys  were  fled, 
My  soul,  oppress'd  with  sorrow's  weight 
Had  sunk  among  the  dead. 

4  I  know  thy  judgments,  Lord,  are  right. 

Though  they  may  seem  severe  ; 
The  sharpest  suff' rings  I  endure 
Flow  from  thy  faithful  care. 

5  Before  I  knew  thy  chast'ning  rod, 

My  feet  were  apt  to  stray ; 
But  now  I  learn  to  keep  thy  word, 
Nor  wander  from  thy  way. 

1-1   Q  FIFTEENTH  PART.     C.  "Sl.—Barby. 

-L  *J  •  Holy  resolutions. 

d      1  O  THAT  thy  statutes  every  hour 
Might  dwell  upon  my  mind  ! 
Thence  I  derive  a  quick'ning  power, 
And  daily  peace  I  find. 

2  To  meditate  thy  precepts,  Lord, 
Shall  be  my  sweet  employ  ; 
My  soul  shall  ne'er  forget  thy  word, 
Thy  word  is  ail  my  joy. 

vi    3  How  would  I  run  in  thy  commands, 
Shouldst  thou  my  heart  discharge 
From  sin  and  Satan's  hateful  chains, 
And  set  my  feet  at  large ! 

cr    4  My  lips  with  courage  shall  declare 

Thy  statutes  and^thy  name  ; 
f        I'll  speak  thy  word  though  kings  may  hear 
Nor  yield  to  sinful  shame. 


200  PSALMS. 

I"!  Q        SIXTEENTH  PART.    C.  M.—Moreland 
lt/i  Prayer  for  quickening  grace. 

aff   1  MY  soul  lies  cleaving  to  the  dust : 
Lord,  give  me  life  divine; 
From  vain  desires  and  every  lust 
Turn  off  these  eyes  of  mine. 

2  I  need  the  influence  of  thy  grace 
To  speed  me  in  thy  way, 
Lest  I  should  loiter  in  my  race. 
Or  turn  my  feet  astray. 

[3  When  sore  afflictions  press  me  down, 
I  need  thy  quick'ning  powers  ; 
The  word  that  I  have  rested  on. 
Shall  help  my  heaviest  hours.] 

4  Are  not  thy  mercies  sovereign  still, 

And  thou  a  faithful  God  ? 
Wilt  thou  not  grant  me  warmer  zeal 
To  run  the  heav'nhy  road  ? 

5  Does  not  my  heart  thy  precepts  love, 

And  long  to  see  thy  face  ? 
And  yet  how  slow  my  spirits  move 
Without  enlivening  grace  ! 

vi     6  Then  shall  I  love  thy  gospel  more, 
And  ne'er  forget  thy  word  ; 
When  I  have  felt  its  quick'ning  power 
To  draw  me  near  the  Lord. 


119. 


SEVENTEENTH  PART.    L.  M.—  Uxbridge.     Luton. 
Sanctified  affliction. 

d      1  FATHER,  I  bless  thy  gentle  hand  ; 
How  kind  was  thy  chastising  rod, 
That  brought  my  conscience  to  a  stand, 
And  led  my  wand'ring  soul  to  God ! 

2  Foolish  and  vain,  I  went  astray, 
Ere  I  had  felt  thy  scourges.  Lord, 
I  left  my  guide  and  lost  my  way, 
But  now  I  love  and  keep  thy  word. 

M     3  'Tis  good  for  me  to  wear  the  yoke, 

That  pride  no  more  may  dare  to  rise , 
'Tis  good  to  bear  my  Father's  stroke, 
His  grace  can  make  me  truly  wise. 


PSALMS.  201 

4  The  law  that  issues  from  thy  mouth, 

Shall  raise  my  cheerful  passions  more 
Than  all  the  treasures  of  the  south, 
Than  richest  hills  of  golden  ore. 

5  Thy  hands  have  made  my  mortal  frame, 

Thy  spirit  form'd  my  soul  within  : 
Teach  me  to  know  thy  wondrous  name, 
And  guard  me  safe  from  death  and  sin. 

f    6  Then  all  that  love  and  fear  the  Lord, 
At  my  salvation  will  rejoice, 
That  I  have  trusted  in  thy  word, 
And  made  thy  grace  my  only  choice. 


C.  M.— Moreland. 

Trials  from  bitter  contentions. 


120. 

aff  1  THOU  God  of  love,  thou  ever  blest, 
Pity  my  suff'ring  state  ; 
When  wilt  thou  set  my  soul  at  rest, 
From  lips  that  love  deceit? 

2  My  weary  days,  O  Lord,  are  cast 
Among  the  sons  of  strife, 
Whose  loud  contentions  ever  waste 
My  golden  hours  of  life. 

vi    3  O  might  I  fly  to  change  my  place; 
How  gladly  would  I  roam 
In  some  wide  lonesome  wilderness. 
To  find  a  peaceful  home. 

di    4  Peace  is  the  blessing  I  would  seek  : 
How  lovely  are  its  charms  ! 
Tet  if  for  this  I  dare  to  speak, 
cr  They  still  declare  for  arms. 

/M  5  What  shall  be  done  to  curb  thy  rage, 

O  thou  devouring  tongue  I 
d         Let  heav'nly  love  my  heart  engage, 
ip  Patient  to  suffer  wrong. 

m  FIRST  PART.     L.  M.— Luton.     Repose. 

•  Di>ine  protection. 

vi     1  UP  to  the  hills  I  lift  mine  eyes, 

Th'  eternal  hills  beyond  the  skies; 
Thence  all  her  help  my  soul  derives, 
There  my  Almighty  Refuge  lives. 


202  PSALMS. 

cr    2  He  lives,  the  everlasting  God, 

Who  built  the  world,  who  spread  the  flood 
The  heav'ns  with  all  their  host  he  made, 
And  the  dark  regions  of  the  dead. 

dill 3  He  guides  our  feet,  he  guards  our  way, 
His  morning  smiles  bless  all  the  day; 
He  spreads  the  evening  veil,  and  keeps 
The  silent  hours,  while  Israel  sleeps. 

4  Israel,  a  name  divinely  blest, 
May  rise  secure,  securely  rest ! 
Thy  Holy  Guardian's  wakeful  eyes 
Admit    no  slumber,  nor  surprise. 

5  No  sun  shall  smite  thy  head  by  day, 
Nor  moon  at  night  with  sickly  ray : 
Thy  Saviour,  with  a  shepherd's  care, 
Defends  thy  life  from  every  snare. 

cr    6  On  thee,  foul  spirits  have  no  power ; 
And,  in  thy  last  departing  hour, 
Angels  that  trace  the  airy  road, 
Shall  bear  thee  homeward,  to  thy  God. 

SECOND  PART.    C.  M.—Barhy: 

Preservation  by  day  and  night. 

1  TO  heav'n  I  lift  my  waking  eyes, 
There  all  my  hopes  are  laid ; 

The  Lord  that  built  the  earth  and  skies, 
Is  my  perpetual  aid. 

2  Their  steadfast  feet  shall  never  fall, 
Whom  he  designs  to  keep  ; 

His  ear  attends  their  humble  call, 
His  eyes  can  never  sleep. 

3  Israel,  rejoice,  and  rest  secure, 
Thy  keeper  is  the  Lord  ; 

His  watchful  eye,  his  boundless  power, 
Are  thine  eternal  guard. 

1  Nor  scorching  sun,  nor  sickly  moon, 
Shall  have  his  leave  to  smite  ; 
He  shields  thy  head  from  burning  noon, 
From  blasting  damps  at  night. 

5  He  guards  thy  soul,  he  keeps  thy  breath, 
Where  thickest  dangers  come; 
Go  and  return  secure  from  death, 
Till  God  commands  thee  home. 


121 


121 


PSALMS.  2U3 

THIRD  PART.    C.  M.— Chichester. 

Help  in  God. 

1  ENCOMPASS'D  by  ten  thousand  ills, 

And  prest  by  angry  foes  ; 
I  lift  mine  eyes  unto  the  hills, 
From  whence  salvation  flows. 

2  My  help  is  from  the  Lord,  who  made 

And  governs  earth  and  sky ; 
I  look  to  his  Almighty  aid, 
And  ever  watching  eye. 

3  He  who  thy  soul  in  safety  keeps, 

Shall  drive  destruction  hence ; 
The  Lord,  Ihy  keeper,  never  sleeps, 
The  Lord  is  thy  defence. 

Montgomery. 

1   Q1  FOURTH  PART.    H.  M.— Hartford. 

A.  /£  I.  •  God  our  preserver. 

?  ?         1  UPWARD  I  lift  mine  eyes, 
From  God  is  all  my  aid  ; 
The  God  that  built  the  skies, 
And  earth  and  nature  made : 
cr  God  is  the  tower 

To  which  I  fly; 
His  grace  is  nigh 
In  every  hour. 

di        2  My  feet  shall  never  slide, 
Nor  fall  in  fatal  snares  ; 
Since  God,  my  guard  and  guide. 
Defends  me  from  my  fears  : 

Those  wakeful  eyes 
That  never  sleep, 
Shall  Israel  keep 
When  dangers  rise. 

cr        3  No  burning  heats  by  day, 

Nor  blasts  of  evening  air, 

Shall  take  my  health  away. 

If  God  be  with  me  there : 

Thou  art  my  sun, 
And  thou  my  shade, 
To  guard  my  head 
By  night  or  noon. 


204  PSALMS. 

4  Hast  thou  not  giv'n  thy  word, 
To  save  my  soul  from  death ? 
And  I  can  trust  my  Lord, 
To  keep  my  mortal  breath; 

I'll  go  and  come, 
Nor  fear  to  die, 
Till  from  on  high 
Thou  call  me  home. 

I  QO  FIRST  PART.    C.  M.— Colchester. 

!./£>/£>•  Going  to  church. 

vi     1  HOW  did  my  heart  rejoice  to  hear 
My  friends  devoutly  say — 
"  In  Zion  let  us  all  appear, 
And  keep  the  solemn  day." 

2  I  love  her  gates,  I  love  the  road  : 

The  church,  adorn'd  with  grace, 
Stands  like  a  palace  built  for  God, 
To  show  his  milder  face. 

3  Up  to  her  courts,  with  joy  unknown, 

The  holy  tribes  repair  ; 
The  Son  of  David  holds  his  throne, 
And  sits  in  judgment  there. 

4  He  hears  our  praises  and  complaints 
ttkb  And  while  his  awful  voice 

Divides  the  sinners  from  the  saints, 
ag  We  tremble  and  rejoice. 

p     5  Peace  be  within  this  sacred  place, 

And  joy  a  constant  guest ! 
cr        With  holy  gifts  and  heav'nly  grace 

Be  her  attendants  blest. 

di    6  My  soul  shall  pray  for  Zion  still, 
While  life  or  breath  remains  ; 
cr        There  my  best  friends  and  kindred  dwell, 
f  There  God  my  Saviour  reigns. 


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SECOND  PART.     C.  M.— New  Cambridge. 
Joyful  worship  at  church  on  the  Sahbath. 

1  WITH  joy  we  hail  the  sacred  day, 
Which  God  has  called  his  own ; 
With  joy  the  summons  we  obey 
To  worship  at  his  throne. 


PSALMS.  206 

2  Thy  chosen  temple,  Lord,  how  fair ! 
Where  willing  vot'ries  throng, 
To  breathe  the  humble  fervent  prayer, 
And  pour  the  choral  song. 

di    3  Spirit  of  grace,  O  deign  to  dwell 

Within  thy  church  below : 
Make  her  in  holiness  excel — 

With  pure  devotion  glow. 
p     4  Let  peace  within  her  walls  be  found  ; 

Let  all  her  sons  unite 
To  spread  with  grateful  zeal  around, 

Her  clear  and  shining  light. 
cr    5  Great  God,  we  hail  the  sacred  day 

Which  thou  hast  call'd  thine  own; 
/        With  joy  the  summons  we  obey, 

To  worship  at  thy  throne. 

Spirit  of  the  Psalms 
1   Oi>  THIRD  PART.     S.  P.  M.— Dalston. 

-1-  &*C  •  Going  to  church. 

I  »     1      HOW  pleas'd  and  blest  was  I, 
To  hear  the  people  cry, 
"  Come,  let  us  seek  our  Lord  to-day !" 
vi  Yes,  with  a  cheerful  zeal 

We  haste  to  Zion's  hill, 
And  there  our  vows  and  honors  pay. 

2  Zion,  thrice  happy  place, 
Adorn'd  with  wondrous  grace, 

And  walls  of  strength  embrace  thee  round ; 
In  thee  our  tribes  appear 
To  pray,  and  praise,  and  hear 

The  sacred  Gospel's  joyful  sound. 

3  There  David's  greater  Son 
Has  fix'd  his  royal  throne  ; 

He  sits  for  grace  and  judgment  there: 
He  bids  the  saints  be  glad, 
He  makes  the  sinners  sad, 
And  humble  souls  rejoice  with  fear. 
p     4      May  peace  attend  thy  gate, 
And  joy  within  thee  wait, 
To  bless  the  soul  of  every  guest! 
cr  The  man  that  seeks  thy  peace, 

And  wishes  thine  increase, 
/        A  thousand  blessings  on  him  rest  I 
18 


206  PSALMS. 

5      My  tongue  repeats  her  vows, 
di  "  Peace  to  this  sacred  house  !" 

For  here  my  friends  and  kindred  dwell : 
cr  And  since  my  glorious  God 

Makes  thee  his  blest  abode, 
My  soul  shall  ever  love  thee  well. 

1QO  FIRST  PART.     C.  M.— Burford. 

-I-  &  O  •  Pleading  with  submission. 

off  1  O  THOU,  whose  grace  and  justice  reign 
Enthron'd  above  the  skies, 
To  thee  our  hearts  would  tell  their  pain, 
To  thee  lift  up  our  eyes. 
M     2  As  servants  watch  their  master's  hand, 
And  fear  the  angry  stroke; 
Or  maids  before  their  mistress  stand, 
Waiting  a  peaceful  look : 

3  So,  for  our  sins,  we  justly  feel 

Thy  discipline,  O  God; 
Yet  wait  the  gracious  moment  still 
Till  thou  remove  thy  rod. 

4  Those  that  in  wealth  and  pleasure  live, 

Our  daily  groans  deride  ; 
While  thy  delays  of  mercy  give 
Fresh  courage  to  their  pride. 

5  Our  foes  insult  us,  but  our  hope 

In  thy  compassion  lies ; 
cr        This  thought  shall  bear  our  spirits  up, 
That  God  will  not  despise. 

1   QQ  SECOND  PART.    Vs.—Noncich. 

J-^t)»         Supplication  against  spiritual  enemies. 

aff  1  NOW  before  thy  throne  we  bend, 
Now  to  thee  our  prayers  ascend, 
Servants  at  the  Master's  feet, 
Lord,  for  mercy  here  we  wait. 

2  Leave  us  not  beneath  the  power 
Of  temptation's  darkest  hour; 
Helpless  to  thy  throne  we  fly, 
Abba,  Father,  hear  our  cry. 

3  Sore  distress'd,  yet  patient  still, 
Here  we  wait  thy  holy  will, 
Prone  to  earth  and  fill'd  with  fear, 
Till  our  Saviour,  God,  appear. 


PSALMS.  807 

ex    4  See  our  foes  insulting  come, 

Swift  to  read  their  captives'  doom ; 
Jesus,  Saviour,  yet  be  nigh, 
Lord  of  life  and  victory. 

Pratt's  CoU. 

1Q)  \  L-  M.— 6  lines.—  Wesley  Chapel. 

/wfrU  Deliverance  from  a  military  invasion. 

1  HAD  not  the  Lord,  may  Israel  say, 

Had  not  the  Lord  ma'intain'd  our  side ; 
When  men  to  make  our  lives  a  prey, 

Rose  like  the  swelling  of  the  tide : 
We  had  been  whelm'd  in  instant  death ; 
The  swelling  tide  had  stopp'd  our  breath 
vi     2  As  flies  the  bird  with  cheerful  wing, 

When  first  the  fowler's  snare  is  broke  ; 
So  we,  with  joy,  thy  praises  sing, 

O  Shepherd  of  thy  chosen  flock! 
Thou  hast  despis'd  the  fowler's  snare, 
And  made  our  lives  thy  constant  care. 
cr    3  For  ever  blessed  be  the  Lord, 

Who  form'd  the  earth  and  built  the  skia 
He  sav'd  us  from  the  threat'ning  sword ; 

To  him  shall  our  thanksgivings  rise : 
Our  help  is  in  Jehovah's  name, 
Whose  hand  upholds  creation's  frame. 

1  Qr  FIRST  PART.    C.  M.— Coventry. 

JL  <vt/i  The  saint's  trial  and  safety. 

/    1  UNSHAKEN  as  the  sacred  hills, 
And  firm  as  mountains  stand ; 
Firm  as  a  rock  the  soul  shall  rest, 
That  trusts  th'  Almighty  hand. 

2  Not  walls  nor  hills  could  guard  so  well 

Fair  Salem's  hallow'd  ground, 
As  those  eternal  arms  of  love, 
That  every  saint  surround. 
di    3  Divine  compassion,  when  they  stray, 
Applies  the  chast'ning  rod  ; 
Afflictions,  through  a  Father's  love, 
Shall  draw  them  near  to  God. 
p     4  Deal  gently,  Lord,  with  souls  sincere 

And  lead  them  safely  on, 
cr        To  the  bright  gates  of  paradise, 

Where  Christ  their  Lord  is  gone. 


208  PSALMS. 

~\Q)K        SECOND  PART.     C.  M.— Remembrance. 
-L  &  tJ  •  God  the  reward  of  his  people. 

M     1  AS  round  about  Jerusalem 

The  guardian  mountains  stand, 
So  shall  the  Lord  encompass  them, 
Who  hold  by  his  right  hand. 

2  The  rod  of  wickedness  shall  ne'er 

Against  the  just  prevail ; 
Lest  innocence  should  find  a  snare 
And  tempted  virtue  fail. 

3  Do  good,  O  Lord,  do  good  to  those 

Who  cleave  to  thee  in  heart, 
Who  on  thy  truth  alone  repose, 
Nor  from  thy  law  depart. 

di    4  While  rebel  souls,  who  turn  aside, 
Thine  anger  shall  destroy; 

cr        Do  thou  in  peace  thy  people  guide 
To  their  eternal  joy. 

Montgomery. 

1  Q/T  THIRD  PART.    S.  M.—  Clapton. 

\-&sKJ*  The  saint's  safety  in  trials. 

p  t  1  FIRM  and  unmov'd  are  they 

Who  rest  their  souls  on  God ; 
Firm  as  the  mount  where  David  stood, 
Or  where  the  ark  abode. 

2  As  mountains  stood  to  guard 
The  city's  sacred  ground, 
So  God,  and  his  Almighty  love, 
Embrace  his  saints  around. 

p      3  What  though  the  Father's  rod, 
Drop  a  chastising  stroke ; 
Yet,  by  the  hand  of  tenderness, 
cr  Its  terrors  shall  be  broke. 

p'U  Deal  gently,  Lord,  with  those 
Whose  faith  and  pious  fear, 
Whose  hope,  and  love,  and  every  grace, 
Proclaim  their  hearts  sincere. 

cr    5  Nor  shall  affliction's  rage, 

Too  long  oppress  the  saint; 
The  God  of  Israel  will  support 
His  children  lest  they  faint. 


PSALMS.  209 

ex    6  But  if  our  slavish  fear 

Will  choose  the  road  to  hell, 
We  must  expect  our  portion  there. 
Where  bolder  sinners  dwell. 

IOC  FIRST  PART.     L.  M.— Park -street. 

l./£>\Jt         Surprising  deliverance  of  the  church. 

vi  1  WHEN  God  restor'd  our  captive  state, 

Joy  was  our  song,  and  grace  our  theme: 
Thegrace  beyond  our  hopes  so  great, 
That  rapture  seem'd  a  pleasing  dream. 

2  The  scoffer  owns  thy  hand,  and  pays 
Unwilling  honors  to  thy  name  ; 
While  we  with  transport  shout  thy  praise, 
In  loftiest  notes  thy  love  proclaim. 

pit  3  When  we  indulg'd  our  dismal  fears, 

Who  could  believe  they'd  vanish  so  ! 
With  God  we  left  our  flowing  tears, 
He  made  our  joys  like  rivers  flow. 

4  The  man  that  in  his  furrow'd  field, 

His  scatter'd  seed  with  sadness  leaves, 
/       Will  shout  to  see  the  harvest  yield 

The  welcome  loads  of  joyful  sheaves. 

I   Of*  SECOND  PART.     L.  M.— Park-street. 

J-  <V  \J  •  Joyful  change. 

1  WHEN  God  from  sin's  captivity, 
Sets  his  afflicted  people  free ; 
Lost  in  amaze,  their  mercies  seem 
Like  transient  raptures  of  a  dream. 

vi  2  But  soon  their  ransom'd  souls  rejoice, 
And  mirth  and  music  swell  their  voice, 
Till  foes  confess,  nor  dare  condemn, 
"  The  Lord  hath  done  great  things  for  them." 

3  They  catch  the  strain  and  answer  thus — 
"  The  Lord  hath  done  great  things  for  us. 
Whence  gladness  fills  our  hearts,' and  son^a, 
Sweet  and  spontaneous,  fill  our  tongues.'' 

m  4  Turn  our  captivity,  O  Lord, 

As  southern  rivers,  at  thy  word, 
Bound  from  their  channels  and  restore 
Plenty  where  all  was  waste  before. 
18* 


210  PSALMS. 


Who  sow  in  tears  shall  reap  in  joy: 
Naught  shall  the  precious  seed  destroy; 
Not  long  the  weeping  exiles  roam, 
But  bring  their  sheaves  rejoicing  home. 

Montgomery. 


THIRD  PART.    C.  M.— Remembrance. 
A  remarkable  conversion. 


126. 

d  1  WHEN  God  reveal'd  his  gracious  name 
And  chang'd  my  mournful  state  : 

vi     My  rapture  seem'd  a  pleasing  dream, 
The  grace  appear'd  so  great. 

2  The  world  beheld  the  glorious  change : 
And  did  thy  hand  confess  : 
/     My  tongue  broke  forth  in  unknown  strains. 

And  sung  surprising  grace. 
M  3  "  Great  is  the  work,"  my  neighbors  cried, 
And  own'd  thy  power  divine  : 
"  Great  is  the  work,"  my  heart  replied, 
And  be  the  glory  thine. 

di4  The  Lord  can  clear  the  darkest  skies, 
Can  give  us  day  for  night : 
Make  drops  of  sacred  sorrow  rise 
cr        To  rivers  of  delight. 

[5  Let  those  that  sow  in  sadness,  wait 
Till  the  fair  harvest  come  : 
They  shall  confess  their  sheaves  are  great, 
And  shout  the  blessing  home. 

6  Though  seed  lie  buried  long  in  dust, 
It  sha'n't  deceive  their  hope  : 
Such  precious  grain  will  ne'er  be  lost, 
For  grace  ensures  the  crop.] 

FIRST  PART.     L.  M.— Sterling. 


127. 


The  blessing  of  God  necessary  to  success  in  the  pursuits 
of  life. 


' '  1  IF  God  succeed  not,  all  the  cost 

And  pains  to  build  the  house  are  lost ; 
If  God  the  city  will  not  keep, 
The  watchful  guards  as  well  may  sleep. 
2  What  though  we  rise  before  the  sun, 
And  work  and  toil  when  day  is  done 
Careful  and  sparing  eat  our  bread, 
To  shun  the  poverty  we  dread  ■ 


PSALMS.  21! 

3  ;Tis  all  in  vain,  till  Goa  hath  blest; 
He  can  make  rich,  can  give  us  rest: 
On  God,  our  Sovereign,  still  depends 
Our  joy  in  children  or  in  friends. 

vi    4  Happy  the  man  whom  he  will  bless, 
With  riches  of  his  saving  grace: 
How  sweet  our  daily  comforts  prove 
Flowing  from  his  paternal  love  ! 

"I   Q^T  SECOND  PART.     C.  M.— Arlington. 

J-  &  I  •  Same  subject. 

M  1  IF  God  to  build  the  house  deny, 
The  builders  toil  in  vain  ; 
And  towns  without  his  wakeful  eye 
A  useless  watch  maintain. 

2  Before  the  morning  beams  arise 

Your  painful  work  renew, 
And  till  the  stars  ascend  the  skies 
Your  tiresome  task  pursue  ; 

3  Short  be  your  sleep,  and  coarse  your  fare, 

In  vain,  till  God  has  blest: 
But  if  his  smiles  attend  your  care, 
You  shall  have  food  and  rest. 

4  Nor  children,  relatives,  nor  friends, 

Shall  real  blessings  prove ; 
Nor  all  the  earthly  joys  he  sends, 
If  sent  without  his  love. 

1  OT    THERD  PART-    8's  and  7' s.— Aberdeen.     Dismission. 

I  v  I  •  Same  subject. 

1  THOUGH  the  watch  their  guard  are  keeping, 

To  protect  \u  fiom  alarm  ; 
Foes  that  wake  while  we  are  sleeping, 
Yield  but  to  th'  Almighty  arm. 

2  Vain  were  all  our  toil  and  labor, 

Did  not  God  that  labor  bless : 
Vain,  without  his  grace  and  favor, 
Every  talent  we  possess. 

3  Vainer  still  the  hope  of  heaven 

That  on  human  strength  relies  ; 
But  to  him  shall  help  be  given 
Who  in  humble  faith  applies. 


212  PSALMS. 

4.  Seek  we  then  the  Lord's  Anointed, 
He  shall  grant  us  peace  and  rest : 
Ne'er  was  suppliant  disappointed, 

Who  through  Christ  his  prayer  address'd. 

Spirit  of  the  Paalm*. 
1  OO  C.  M. — Coventry. 

A  /C/\D»  Family  blessings  promised. 

M  1  O  HAPPY  man,  whose  soul  is  filPd 
With  zeal  and  reverend  awe ; 
Whose  lips  to  God  their  honor  yield, 
Whose  life  adorns  thy  law. 

2  A  watchful  Providence  shall  stand, 

Ever  to  guard  his  head  : 
Shall  on  the  labors  of  his  hand. 
Its  kindly  blessings  shed. 

3  The  Lord  shall  his  best  hopes  fulfil, 

For  months  and  years  to  come ; 
And  bless  him  from  Mount  Zion's  hill, 
In  heav'n  beyond  the  tomb. 

4  This  is  the  man  whose  happy  eyes 

Shall  see  his  house  increase, 
Shall  see  the  mourning  church  arise  ; 
Then  leave  the  world  in  peace. 

1   QQ  C.  M.—Moreland. 

\.&%J*  Persecutors  punished. 

aff  1  UP  from  my  youth,  may  Israel  say, 
Have  I  been  nursed  in  tears ; 
My  griefs  were  constant  as  the  day, 
And  tedious  as  the  years. 

2  Up  from  my  youth,  I  bore  the  rage 

Of  all  the  sons  of  strife  ; 
Oft  they  assail'd  my  riper  age, 
But  God  preserv'd  my  life. 

3  The  Lord  beheld  them  from  his  throne^ 

With  an  impartial  eye  ; 
Measur'd  the  mischiefs  they  had  done, 
And  bid  th'  oppressors  die. 

ag    4  How  were  the  rebel  hosts  surpris'd 
To  hear  his  thunders  roll ! 
How  were  the  foes  of  Zion  seiz'd 
With  horror  to  the  soul ! 


PSALMS.  213 

5  So  will  the  men  that  hate  thy  Son, 
Soon  perish  by  thy  breath  : 
They  must  repent  before  thy  throne. 
Or  meet  the  second  death. 


130. 


FIRST  PART.    C.  M.—Burford. 
Pardoning  grace. 


aff  1  OUT  of  the  deeps  of  long  distress, 
The  borders  of  despair ; 
I've  sent  my  cries  to  seek  thy  grace, 
My  groans  to  move  thine  ear. 

2  Great  God,  should  thy  severer  eye. 
And  thine  impartial  hand, 
Mark  and  revenge  iniquity, 
No  mortal  flesh  could  stand. 

di    3  But  there  are  pardons  with  my  God, 
For  crimes  of  high  degree; 
Thy  Son  has  bought  them  with  his  blood, 
To  draw  us  near  to  thee. 

4  I  wait  for  thy  salvation,  Lord, 
With  strong  desires  I  wait ; 
My  soul,  invited  by  thy  word, 
Stands  watching  at  thy  gate. 

vi     5  Now  in  the  Lord  let  Zion  trust, 
Ye  sinners,  seek  his  face  ; 
The  Lord  is  good,  the  Lord  is  just, 
And  plenteous  is  his  grace. 

[6  There's  full  redemption  at  his  throne 
For  sinners  long  enslav'd  ; 
Those  that  believe  in  Christ  the  Son, 
Through  grace  shall  all  be  sav'd.] 


SECOND  PART.    L.  M  —  Vernon.    Darwen. 
Same  subject. 


130. 

aff\  FROM  deep  distress  and  troubled  thoughts, 
To  thee,  O  Lord,  I  rais'd  my  cry; 
If  thou  severely  mark  our  faults, 
Oh  who  can  stand  before  thine  eye  ! 

2  But  thou  hast  built  thy  throne  of  grace, 
Free  to  dispense  thy  pardons  there, 
That  sinners  may  approach  thy  face, 
And  hope,  and  love,  as  well  as  fear. 


814  PSALMS. 

3  As  the  benighted  pilgrims  wait, 

And  long  and  wish  for  break  of  day, 
So  waits  my  soul  before  thy  gate ; 
When  will  my  God  his  face  display  ? 

cr  4  My  trust  is  fix'd  upon  his  word, 

Nor  shall  I  trust  his  word  in  vain ; 

Let  mourning  souls  address  the  Lord, 

And  find  relief  from  all  their  pain. 

5  Great  is  his  love,  and  large  his  grace, 
Through  the  redemption  of  his  Son  ; 
He  turns  our  feet  from  sinful  ways, 
And  pardons  what  our  hands  have  done. 

1   Q  A  THIRD  PART.     S.  M.— Bridgeport. 

J-  tJ\J*  ,  Same  subject. 

of  1  FROM  lowest  depths  of  wo 
To  God  I  send  my  cry ; 
Lord,  hear  my  supplicating  voice, 
And  graciously  reply. 

ag   2  Shouldst  thou  severely  judge, 

Who  could  the  trial  bear  ? 
p  Forgive  us,  for  thy  mercy's  sake, 

And  save  us  from  our  fear. 

cr    o  My  soul  with  patience  waits 
For  thee,  the  living  Lord  ; 
My  hopes  are  on  thy  promise  built, 
Thy  never  failing  word. 

4  My  longing  eyes  look  out 
For  thine  enlivening  ray, 
More  than  the  nightly  watch  that  wait 
To  hail  the  dawning  day. 

vi    5  Let  Zion  trust  in  God, 

His  word  can  never  fail: 
There's  full  redemption  bought  with  blood, 
Which  shall  with  heav'n  prevail. 

T  $D. 

1   QO  FOURTH  PART.    S.  M.— St.  Giles. 

J-  vVi  Mourning  in  spiritual  darkness. 

aff   1  OUT  of  the  depths  of  wo, 
To  thee,  O  Lord,  I  cry: 
Darkness  surrounds  me,  but  I  know 
That  thou  art  ever  nigh. 


PSALMS.  £16 

2  Then  hearken  to  my  voice, 

Give  ear  to  my  complaint ; 
Thou  bidst  the  mourning  soul  rejoice, 
Thou  comfortest  the  faint. 

3  I  cast  my  hope  on  thee, 

Thou  canst,  thou  wilt  forgive  < 
Wert  thou  to  mark  iniquity, 
Who  in  thy  sight  could  live  1 

4  Humbly  on  thee  I  wait, 

Confessing  all  my  sin  , 
Lord,  I  am  knocking  at  thy  gate  j 
Open  and  let  me  in. 

cr    5  Though  storms  thy  face  obscure, 

And  dangers  threaten  loud, 
di        Jehovah's  covenant  is  sure, 

His  bow  is  in  the  cloud. 

Montgomery. 
101  FIRST  PART.     C.  M.—Barby. 

JL  O  J.  •  Humility  and  submission. 

t  I     ]  IS  there  ambition  in  my  heart  ? 

Search,  gracious  God,  and  see : 
Or  do  I  act  a  haughty  part? 
Lord,  I  appeal  to  thee. 

p.,-*.  2  I  charge  my  thoughts,  be  humble  still, 
And  all  my  carriage  mild  ; 
Content,  my  Father,  with  thy  will, 
And  quiet  as  a  child. 

3  The  patient  soul,  the  lowly  mind, 
cr  Shall  have  a  large  reward  ; 

Let  saints  in  sorrow  lie  resign'd, 
And  trust  a  faithful  Lord. 

m  SECOND  PART.    Vs.—Benevento. 

•  An  acquiescent  temper. 

f  1     1  LORD,  for  ever  at  thy  side, 

Let  my  place  and  portion  be : 
Strip  me  of  the  robe  of  pride; 
Clothe  me  with  humility. 

2  Meekly  may  my  soul  receive 
All  thy  spirit  hath  reveal'd  ; 
Thou  hast  spoken  :  I  believe, 
Though  the  prophecy  were  seafd 


216  PSALMS. 

di    3  Q,uiet  as  a  weaned  child, 

Weaned  from  the  mother's  breast, 
By  no  subtlety  beguil'd, 
On  thy  faithful  word  I  rest. 

cr    4  Saints  rejoicing  evermore, 
In  the  Lord  Jehovah  trust ; 
Him  in  all  his  ways  adore, 

Wise,  and  wonderful,  and  just. 

Montgomery 


132, 


FIRST  PART.     L.  M.— Sterling.    Duke-street. 
God  dwells  with  his  church. 


» »  1  WHERE  shall  we  go  to  seek,  and  find 
A  habitation  for  our  God, 
A  dwelling  for  the  Eternal  mind, 
Among  the  sons  of  flesh  and  blood? 

2  The  God  of  Jacob  chose  the  hill 

Of  Zion,  for  his  ancient  rest; 
And  Zion  is  his  dwelling  still, 
His  church  is  with  his  presence  blest. 

3  Here  will  I  fix  my  gracious  throne, 

And  reign  for  ever,  saith  the  Lord  ; 
Here  shall  my  power  and  love  be  known. 
And  blessings  shall  attend  my  word. 

4  Here  will  I  meet  the  hungry  poor, 

And  fill  their  souls  with  living  bread ; 
di      All  that  will  stand  at  mercy's  door, 
With  sweet  provision  shall  be  fed. 

cr  5  Girded  with  truth,  and  clothed  with  grace, 
My  ministers  shall  rise  and  shine ; 
Not  Aaron,  in  his  costly  dress, 
Appear'd  with  tidings  so  divine. 

6  The  saints,  unable  to  contain 

—f        Their  inward  joy,  shall  shout  and  sing; 

The  Son  of  David  here  shall  reign, 

And  Zion  triumph  in  her  King. 

7  Jesus  shall  see  a  num'rous  seed 

Born  here  t'  uphold  his  glorious  name  ; 
Heav'n's  brightest  glories  crown  his  head. 
While  all  his  foes  are  clothed  with  shame. 


PSALMS.  a? 

1   Q  Q  SECOND  PART.    C.  IL— St.  Ann's. 

-L  tJ&  •        For  the  dedication  of  a  house  of  worship. 

mcB  1  ARISE,  O  King  of  grace,  arise, 

A  nd  enter  to  thy  rest ! 
— di    Lo,  thy  church  waits  with  longing  eyes, 

Thus  to  be  own'd  and  blest  j 

x>i./2  Enter  with  all  thy  glorious  train, 
Thy  spirit  and  thy  word ; 
All  that  the  ark  did  once  contain 
Could  no  such  grace  afford. 

m.diZ  Here,  mighty  God  !  accept  our  vows, 
Here  let  thy  praise  be  spread ; 
Bless  the  provisions  of  thy  house, 
And  fill  the  poor  with  bread. 

vi.fi  Here  let  the  Son  of  David  reign, 
Let  God's  Anointed  shine  ; 
Justice  and  truth  his  courts  maintain, 
With  love  and  power  divine. 

m<B  5  Here  let  him  hold  a  lasting  throne  ; 
And  as  his  kingdom  grows, 
Fresh  honors  shall  adorn  his  crown, 
And  shame  confound  his  foes. 


132 


THIRD  PART.    C.  M.— Luton.    Repose. 
•  Promise  of  the  reign  of  Christ  as  the  Son  of  David. 

1  LORD,  for  thy  servant  David's  sake, 

Perform  thine  oath  to  David's  Son  : 
Thy  truth  thou  never  wilt  forsake; 
Look  on  thine  own  Anointed  one. 

2  The  Lord  in  faithfulness  hath  sworn 

His  throne  for  ever  to  maintain  ; 
From  realm  to  realm,  the  sceptre  borne, 
Shall  stretch  o'er  earth,  Messiah's  reign. 

3  Zion,  my  chosen  hill  of  old, 

My  rest,  my  dwelling,  my  delight, 
With  loving  kindness  1  uphold ; 
Her  walls  are  ever  in  my  sight. 

vi     4  I  satisfy  her  poor  with  bread, 

Her  table  in  abundance  bless, 

cr        Joy  on  her  sons  and  daughters  shed, 

And  clothe  her  priests  with  righteousness. 
19 


*18  PSALMS. 


f    5  Arise  into  thy  resting  place. 

Thou  and  thy  ark  of  strength,  O  Lord} 
Shine  through  the  veil,  we  seek  thy  face, 
Speak,  for  we  hearken  to  thy  word. 

Montgomery. 


133. 


FIRST  PART.    C.  M.—  Retirement.    Cor  entry. 
Brotherly  love. 


1  LO !  what  an  entertaining  sight 

Those  friendly  brethren  prove, 
Whose  cheerful  hearts  in  bands  unite 
Of  piety  and  love  ! 

2  Where  streams  of  bliss,  from  Christ  the  spring 

Descend  to  every  soul ; 
And  heav'nly  peace,  with  balmy  wing, 
Shades  and  bedews  the  whole. 

[3  'Tis  like  the  oil,  divinely  sweet, 
On  Aaron's  rev'rend  head: 
The  trickling  drops  perfum'd  his  feet, 
And  o'er  his  garments  spread.] 

4  'Tis  pleasant  as  the  morning  dews, 
That  fall  on  Zion's  hill, 
di    Where  God  his  milder  glory  shows, 
And  makes  his  grace  distil. 


133. 


SECOND  PAkT     C.  M.— Chester     Tunbridge. 
Same  subject. 


1  SPIRIT  of  peace  !  celestial  Dove! 

How  excellent  thy  praise ! 
How  rich  the  gift  of  Christian  love, 
Thy  gracious  power  displays ! 

2  Sweet  as  the  dew  on  hill  and  flower 

That  silently  distils, 
At  evening's  soft  and  balmy  hour, 
On  Zion's  fruitful  hills. 

3  So  with  mild  influence  from  above, 

Shall  promis'd  grace  descend ; 
Till  universal  peace  and  love 
O'er  all  the  earth  extend. 

Spirit  of  the  Paalmt 


PSALMS.  219 

-J  QQ  THIRD  PART.     S.  M.~ Watchman. 

J  tJtJ*  Christian  love,  as  seen  in  a  family. 

d      1  BLEST  are  the  sons  of  peace, 

Whose  hearts  and  hopes  are  one ; 
Whose  kind  designs  to  serve  and  please, 
Through  all  their  actions  run. 

2  Blest  is  the  pious  house, 

Where  zeal  and  friendship  meet; 
Their  songs  of  praise,  their  mingled  vows, 
Make  their  communion  sweet. 

di     3  As  when  on  Aaron's  head 

They  pour'd  the  rich  purfume, 
So  shall  the  incense  rise  and  spread, 
To  fill  the  cheerful  room. 

cr     d  Thus  on  the  heavenly  hills 

The  saints  are  blest  above; 
Where  joy  like  morning  dew  distils, 
d  And  all  the  air  is  love. 


133. 


FOURTH  PART.     S.  P.  M.— Dalston. 

Blessing  of  Christian  friendship. 


M      1  HOW  pleasant  'tis  to  see 

Kindred  and  friends  agree, 
Each  in  his  proper  station  move : 

And  each  fulfil  his  part, 

With  sympathizing  heart, 
In  all  the  cares  of  life  and  love. 

di     2  'Tis  like  the  ointment  shed 

On  Aaron's  sacred  head, 
Divinely  rich,  divinely  sweet : 

The  oil  through  all  the  room 

Diffus'd  a  rich  perfume, 
Ran  through  his  robes,  and  bless'd  his  feet 

cr    3  Like  fruitful  show'rs  of  rain 

That  water  all  the  plain, 
Descending  from  the  neighb'ring  hills: 

Such  streams  of  pleasure  roll, 

To  every  friendly  soul, 
—p  Where  love,  like  heav'nly  dew,  distils. 


220  PSALMS. 


FIFTH  TA.RT.    H.  M.-  Bethesda.     Stafford 
Same  subject. 


133, 

1?2.  dl  HOW  beautiful  the  sight 

Of  brethren  who  agree 
In  friendship  to  unite, 

And  bands  of  charity  ! 
'Tis  like  the  precious  ointment  shed, 
In  sacred  rite,  on  Aaron's  head. 

2  5Tis  like  the  dews  that  fill 

The  cups  of  Herrnon's  flow'rs  ; 
Or  Zion's  fruitful  hill, 
cr  Bright  with  the  drops  of  show'rs  : 

di        Where  mingling  odors  breathe  around, 
— -f      And  notes  of  grateful  joy  resound. 

di    3  For  there  the  Lord  commands 
Blessings  in  boundless  store, 
From  his  unsparing  hands — 
E'en  life  forevermore : 
— /       Thrice  happy  they  who  meet  above, 
To  spend  eternity  in  love. 

-1  Q  A    FIRST  PART.    C.  M.— Remembrance.     Coventry, 
-L  Ot^»  Daily  and  nightly  devotion. 

1 1    1  YE  that  obey  th'  immortal  King, 
Attend  his  holy  place  ; 
Bow  to  the  glories  of  his  name, 
And  sing  his  wondrous  grace. 

cr     2  Lift  up  your  hands  by  morning  light, 
And  raise  your  thanks  on  high ; 

di        Send  your  admiring  thoughts  by  night 
Above  the  starry  sky. 

— cr3  The  God  of  Zion  cheer  your  hearts 

With  rays  of  quick'ning  grace  : 
f        }Tis  he  that  spreads  the  heav'ns  abroad, 
di  Whose  presence  fills  the  place. 

1  O  A      SECOND  PART.    C.  U.—NetB  Cambridge. 
J-  tJ—iim  Constant  devotion. 

d      1  BLESS  ye  the  Lord  in  solemn  rite, 
With  pure  devotion's  flame  ; 
Praise  ye  the  Lord,  with  songs  by  night, 
By  day  rehearse  his  name. 


PSALMS.  221 

2  Lift  up  your  hands  amid  the  place 
Where  God  reveals  his  love  ; 
And  seals  the  trophies  of  his  grace, 
For  brighter  realms  above. 

cr    3  From  Zion,  from  his  holy  hill, 
The  Lord  our  Maker  send 
The  saving  knowledge  of  his  will, 
— di        To  earth's  remotest  end. 

Montgomery. 

lO^     FIRST  PART.     L.  M.—RolhicelL     Park-street. 
J  Wt/«  General  praise. 

1  PRAISE  ye  the  Lord:  exalt  his  name, 

While  in  his  earthly  courts  we  wait, 
Ye  saints  that  to  his  house  belong, 
Or  stand  attending  at  his  gate. 

2  Praise  ye  the  Lord  :  the  Lord  is  good  ; 

To  praise  his  name  is  sweet  employ 
Israel  he  chose  of  old;  and  still 
His  church  is  his  peculiar  joy. 

3  The  Lord  himself  will  judge  his  saints; 

He  treats  his  servants  as  his  friends; 
p      And  when  he  hears  their  sore  complaints, 
Repents  the  sorrows  that  he  sends. 

cr4  Through  every  age  the  Lord  declares 

His  name,  and  breaks  th'  oppressor's  rod  : 
He  gives  his  suffering  servants  rest, 
And  will  be  known  th'  Almighty  God  ! 

5  Praise  ye  the  Lord,  who  taste  his  love, 
And  learn  the  wonders  of  his  name: 
Among  his  saints  he  ever  dwells  ; 
His  church  is  his  Jerusalem. 


135. 


SECOND  PART.     C.  M.—  Colchester.     Barby. 
Praise  due  to  Jehovah. 


1  AWAKE,  ye  saints,  to  praise  your  King, 

Your  sweetest  passions  raise: 
Your  pious  pleasure,  while  ye  sing, 
Increasing  with  the  praise. 

2  Great  is  the  Lord  ;  and  works  unknown 

Are  his  divine  employ  ; 
But  still  his  saints  are  near  his  throne, 
His  treasure  and  his  joy. 
19* 


222  PSALMS. 

3  Heav'n,  earth,  and  sea,  confess  his  hand, 

He  bids  the  vapors  rise  ; 
f        Lightning  and  storm,  at  his  command, 
Sweep  through  the  sounding  skies. 

4  All  pow'r  that  gods  or  kings  have  claim'd 

Is  found  with  him  alone ; 
di        The  heathen  gods  should  ne'er  be  nam'd 
Where  our  Jehovah's  known. 

m&  5  O  Zion!  trust  the  living  God, 
Serve  him  with  holy  fear ; 
He  make?  thy  courts  his  blest  abode, 
And  claims  thine  honors  there. 


136. 


FIRST  PART.    C.  M.— St.  Ann's.' 
Thanks  to  God  for  his  works  of  creation,  providence,  and 
redemption. 

vi     1  GIVE  thanks  to  God,  the  Sovereign  Lord, 
His  mercies  still  endure ; 
And  be  the  King  of  kings  ador'd  : 
His  truth  is  ever  sure. 

2  What  wonders  hath  his  wisdom  done  ! 
How  mighty  is  his  hand ! 
Heav'n.  earth,  and  sea  he  fram'd  alone, 
How  wide  is  his  command  ! 

[3  He  cleft  the  swelling  sea  in  two  : 
His  arm  is  great  in  might ; 
And  gave  the  tribes  a  passage  through  : 
His  pow'r  and  grace  unite.] 
[4  Great  monarchs  fell  beneath  his  hand, 
Victorious  is  his  sword  ; 
While  Israel  took  the  promis'd  land  : 
How  faithful  is  his  word !] 
off  5  He  saw  the  nations  dead  in  sin ; 
He  felt  his  pity  move  : 
How  sad  the  state  the  world  was  in  I 
How  boundless  was  his  love  ! 
6  He  sent  to  save  us  from  our  wo, 
His  goodness  never  fails; 
From  death,  and  hell,  and  every  foe, 
And  still  his  grace  prevails. 

•  This  version  seems  intended  for  responsive  singing.  The  short 
lines  are  for  the  chorus,  and  the  long  ones  for  a  single  voice.  The 
last  verse,  however,  should  be  sung  in  full  chorus. 


PSALMS.  2ZJ 

i     7  Give  thanks  to  God,  the  heav'nly  King  , 
His  mercies  still  endure; 
Let  all  the  earth  his  praises  sing; 
His  truth  is  ever  sure. 

-1  q^»    SECOND  TART.    II.  M.— Stafford.     Bcthcsda. 
•1  OU«  Same  subject. 

vi     1  GIVE  thanks  to  God  most  high, 
The  universal  Lord, 
The  Sovereign  King  of  kings; 
And  be  his  name  ador'd  : 
di  Thy  mercy,  Lord, 

Shall  still  endure; 
cr  And  ever  sure 

Abides  thy  word. 

2  How  mighty  is  his  hand  ! 

What  wonders  he  hath  done  ! 
He  form'd  the  earth  and  seas, 
And  spread  the  heav'ns  alone  : 
His  pow'r  and  grace 
Are  still  the  same  ; 
And  let  his  name 
Have  endless  praise. 

di     3  He  saw  the  nations  lie 
All  perishing  in  sin; 
aff      And  pitied  the  sad  state 

The  ruin'd  world  was  in  : 
p  Thy  mercy,  Lord, 

Shall  still  endure ; 
cr  And  ever  sure 

Abides  thy  word. 

di     4  He  sent  his  only  Son 

To  save  us  from  our  wo, 
From  Satan,  sin,  and  death, 
And  ev'ry  hurtful  foe  : 
cr  His  pow'r  and  grace 

Are  still  the  same; 
And  let  his  name 
Have  endless  praise. 

/     5  Give  thanks  aloud  to  God, 

To  God  the  heav'nly  King. 
And  let  the  spacious  earth 
His  boundless  glories  sing: 


934  PSALMS. 

ai  Thy  mercy,  Lord, 

Shall  still  endure ; 
f  And  ever  sure 

Abides  thy  word. 


136. 


THIRD  PART.    L.  M.—  Park-street.    RothwelL 
Same  subject. 


/I  T 1  GIVE  to  our  God  immortal  praise, 
Mercy  and  truth  are  all  his  ways ; 
Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong, 
Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  song. 

2  Give  to  the  Lord  of  lords  renown, 
The  King  of  kings  with  glory  crown: 
di        His  mercies  ever  shall  endure, 
— p      When  lords  and  kings  are  known  no  more. 

cr    3  He  built  the  earth,  he  spread  the  sky, 
And  fix'd  the  starry  gems  on  high: 
Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong, 
Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  song. 

4  He  fills  the  sun  with  morning  light, 
And  bids  the  moon  direct  the  night : 
His  mercies  ever  shall  endure, 
When  suns  and  moons  shall  shine  no  more. 

di    5  He  form'd  our  race  of  humble  clay, 
And  bade  us  his  command  obey: 

cr        Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong, 
Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  song. 

aff  6  He  saw  us  perishing  in  sin, 

And  felt  his  pity  move  within: 
His  mercies  ever  shall  endure, 
When  death  and  sin  shall  reign  no  more. 

7  He  sent  his  Son  with  power  to  save 
di        From  guilt  and  darkness  and  the  grave : 
f        Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong, 
Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  song. 

m     8  Through  this  vain  world  he  guides  our  feet, 
And  leads  us  to  his  heav'nly  seat : 
His  mercies  ever  shall  endure 
When  this  vain  world  shall  be  no  more. 


PSALMS.  22A 

~t   Of*    FOURTH  PART.    Vs.— German  II,     German  Air. 
lOUt  Same  subject. 

vi     1      LET  us  with  a  joyful  mind 

Praise  the  Lord,  for  he  is  kind: 
di  For  his  mercies  shall  endure, 

cr  Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 

2      He  hath  fcrm'd  us  by  his  word, 
He  is  the  creation's  Lord: 
For  his  mercies  shall  endure, 
Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 

eff  3      He  beheld,  with  pitying  eye, 
Sinful  man  condemn'd  to  die: 
For  his  mercies  shall  endure, 
Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 

di    4      He  his  life  a  ransom  gave, 

vi  Quick  to  love  and  strong  to  save : 

For  his  mercies  shall  endure. 

Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 

/  5  He  arose;  he  reigns  on  high: 
Grave,  where  is  thy  victory? 
For  his  mercies  shall  endure, 
Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 

di    6      He  will  lead  his  chosen  race 

Through  the  world's  dark  wilderness: 
For  his  mercy  shall  endure, 
Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 

7      He  will  bring  them,  by  his  love, 
cr  To  the  courts  of  heav'n  above: 

For  his  mercies  shall  endure. 
Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 

f    8      Let  us  then  with  heart  and  voice 
In  Jehovalvs  name  rejoice  : 
For  his  mercy  shall  endure, 
Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 

Anon. 


137. 


FIRST  PART.    S.  M.— Clapton. 
Love  to  the  church. 


1  I  LOVE  thy  kingdom,  Lord, 
The  house  of  thine  abode, 
The  church  our  blest  Redeemer  sav'd 
With  his  own  precious  blood. 


220  PSALMS. 

[2  I  love  thy  church,  O  God, 

Her  walls  before  thee  stand 

Dear  as  the  apple  of  thine  eye, 

And  graven  on  thy  hand.] 

3  If  e'er  to  bless  thy  sons 

My  voice  or  hands  deny, 
di        These  hands  let  useful  skill  forsake, 
j)  This  voice  in  silence  die. 

4  If  e'er  my  heart  forget 

Her  welfare  or  her  wo  ; 
ex        Let  every  joy  this  heart  forsake, 

And  every  grief  o'erflow. 
p     5  For  her  my  tears  shall  fall, 

For  her  my  prayers  ascend  ; 
cr        To  her  my  cares  and  toils  be  giv'n, 

Till  toils  and  cares  shall  end. 
f     6  Beyond  my  highest  joy, 

I  prize  her  heav'nly  ways  ; 
di        Her  sweet  communion,  solemn  vows 

Her  hymns  of  love  and  praise. 
d^  7  Jesus,  thou  friend  divine, 

Our  Saviour  and  our  King ; 
cr        Thy  hand,  from  every  snare  and  foe, 

Shall  great  deliv'rance  bring. 
[8  Sure  as  thy  truth  shall  last, 

To  Zion  shall  be  giv'n, 
The  brightest  glories  earth  can  yield, 

And  brighter  bliss  of  heav'n.] 

Dtcight. 
1  QT  SECOND  PART.     L.  M.— Repose,  ex. 

JL  O  /  •  Israel  exhorted  to  hail  the  Messiah. 

p     1  WHY  on  the  bending  willows  hung, 
O  Israel,  sleeps  thy  tuneful  lyre? 
Why  still  refrain  thy  nobler  tongue? 
Can  no  high  theme  thy  soul  inspire  ? 
/     2  Awake  !  thy  sweetest  raptures  raise, 

Let  harp  and  voice  unite  their  strains; 
Thy  promis'd  King  his  sceptre  sways  j 
Jesus  thine  own  Messiah  reigns  ! 
dill  3  No  taunting  foes  the  song  require : 

No  strangers  mock  thy  captive  chain  : 
But  friends  provoke  the  silent  lyre ; 
And  brethren  ask  the  holy  strain. 


PSALMS.  227 

4  Nor  fear  thy  Salem  suffers  wrong, 
If  other  hands  thy  triumph  share: 
f        A  heav'nly  city  claims  thy  song, 
A  brighter  Salem  rises  there. 

di    5  By  foreign  streams  no  longer  roam  ; 

Nor  weeping,  think  of  Jordan's  flood: 
cr        In  every  clime  behold  a  home, 

In  every  temple  see  thy  God  ! 

PratVa  ColL 

1   O^y  THIRD  PART.     Ws.—Louville. 

X  tJ  I   •  The  Babylonian  captivity. 

aff.y^  1  ALONG  the  banks  where  Babel's  current 
flows, 
The  captive  bands  in  deep  despondence 
stray'd ; 
While  Zion'sfallinsad  remembrance  rose, 
di  Her  friends,  her  children,  mingled  with 

the  dead. 

cr      2  The  tuneful  harp  that  once  with  joy  they 
strung, 
When  praise  employ'd  and  mirth  inspir'd 
the  lay, 
di  Was  now  in  silence  on  the  willows  hung, 

While  growing  grief  prolong' d  the  tedi- 
ous day. 

cr      3  Their  proud  oppressors,  to  increase  their 
wo, 
With  taunting  smiles  a  song  of  Zion 
claim ; 
Bid  sacred  praise  in  strains  melodious  flow, 
— p  While   they  blaspheme    the    great  Je- 

hovah's name. 

4  But  how,  in  heathen  chains,  and  lands  un- 
known, 
Shall  Israel's  bands  the  sacred  anthems 
raise? 
ex         "O  hapless  Salem!  God's  terrestrial  throne, 
Thou  land  of  glory,  sacred  mount  of 
praise  ! 


ag 


PSALMS. 

"  If  e'er  my  memory  lose  thy  lovely  name, 

If  my  cold  heart  neglect  my  kindred 

race, 

Let  dire  destruction  seize  this  guilty  frame, 

My  hand  shall  perish  and  my  voice  shall 

cease. 


ma    6  "  Yet  shall  the  Lord  who  hears  when  Zion 
calls, 
O'ertake  her  foes  with  terror  and  dismay ; 
His  arm  avenge  her  desolated  walls, 
And  raise  her  children  to  eternal  day." 

B. 


138. 


L.  M.— Luton.     Rothwcll. 
Restoring  and  preserving  grace. 


vi     1  WITH  all  my  pow'r  of  heart  and  tongue 
I'll  praise  my  Maker  in  my  song ; 
Angels  shall  hear  the  notes  I  raise, 
Approve  the  song,  and  join  the  praise. 

2  The  God  of  heav'n  maintains  his  state, 
Frowns  on  the  proud  and  scorns  the  great; 
di        But  from  his  throne  descends  to  bless, 
The  humble  souls  that  seek  his  grace. 

p     5  To  God  I  cried,  when  troubles  rose  ; 

cr        He  heard  me  and  subdued  my  foes, 
He  did  my  rising  fears  control, 
And  strength  diifuse  through  all  my  souL 

m     4  Amid  a  thousand  snares  I  stand, 
Upheld  and  guarded  by  thy  hand: 
Thy  promises  my  soul  revive, 
And  keep  my  dying  faith  alive. 

5  Grace  will  complete  what  grace  begins, 
To  save  from  sorrows  or  from  sins; 
The  work  that  wisdom  undertakes, 
Eternal  mercy  ne'er  forsakes. 

vi     6  I'll  sing  thy  truth  and  mercy,  Lord : 
I'll  sing  the  treasures  of  thy  word : 
Not  all  thy  works  of  might  below, 
So  much  thy  pow'r  and  glory  show. 


139. 


PSALMS. 

FIRST  PART.    L.  M.-  Winchester. 
Omniscience  of  God. 


m.      1  LORD,  thou  hast  search'd  and  seen  me 
through ; 
Thine  eye  commands,  with  piercing  view 
My  rising  and  my  resting  hours, 
My  heart  and  flesh,  with  all  their  powers 

p        2  My  thoughts  before  they  are  my  own, 
Are  to  my  God  distinctly  known ; 
He  knows  the  words  I  mean  to  speak 
Ere  from  my  opening  lips  they  break. 

cr      3  Within  thy  circling  power  I  stand, 
On  every  side  I  find  thy  hand : 

'  '  Awake,  asleep,  at  home,  abroad, 

I  am  surrounded  still  with  God. 

ma    4  Amazing  knowledge,  vast  and  great ! 

What  large  extent !  what  lofty  height ! 

My  soul,  with  all  the  powers  I  boast, 
— ; p        Is  in  the  boundless  prospect  lost. 

cr.'-*  5  O  may  these  thoughts  possess  my  breast, 

Where'er  I  rove,  where'er  I  rest ; 
di  Nor  let  my  weaker  passions  dare 

— pp      Consent  to  sin,  for  God  is  there. 

PAUSE.— Uxbridge. 

1  J    6  Could  I  so  false,  so  faithless  prove, 
To  quit  thy  service  and  thy  love  ; 
Where,  Lord,  could  I  thy  presence  shun, 
Or  from  thy  dreadful  glory  ran  ! 

7  Should  I  to  heav'n  pursue  my  flight, 
'Tis  there  thou  dwell'st  enthron'd  in  light 
ex         Or  plunge  to  hell,  where  darkness  reigns, 
There  justice  fills  the  burning  plains. 

vi      8  Or  should  the  wings  of  morn  convey 
Me  o'er  the  distant  land  and  sea; 
Thy  swifter  hand  would  first  arrive, 
And  there  arrest  thy  fugitive. 

di      9  Or  should  I  tiy  to  shun  thy  sight, 
— pp      Beneath  the  spreading  vale  of  night ; 
cr—f    One  glance  of  thine,  one  piercing  ray, 
Would  kindle  darkness  into  day. 
20 


230  PSALMS. 

ag   10  O  may  these  thoughts  possess  my  breast 
Where'er  I  rove,  where'er  1  rest ; 
Nor  let  my  weaker  passions  dare 

— pp     Consent  to  sin,  for  God  is  there. 

1  QQ  SECOND  PART.     L.  M.— Sterling. 

JL  Ot/ •         God  our  Creator  and  kind  preserver. 

t  t  i  'TWAS  from  thy  hand,  my  God,  I  came, 
A  work  of  such  a  curious  frame ; 
In  me  thy  fearful  wonders  shine  ; 
And  each  proclaims  thy  skill  divine. 

2  Great  God,  our  feeble  nature  pays 
Immortal  tribute  to  thy  praise  : 
Thy  thoughts  of  love  to  me,  surmount 
The  power  of  numbers  to  recount. 

cr     31  could  survey  the  ocean  o'er, 

And  count  the  sands  upon  the  shore, 
Before  my  utmost  thoughts  could  trace 
The  matchless  wonders  of  thy  grace, 

di    4  These  on  my  heart  are  still  imprest : 
p         With  these  I  give  my  eyes  to  rest ; 
cr        And  at  my  waking  hour  I  find 

God  and  his  love  possess  my  mind. 

1  QQ        THIRD  PART.    L.  M.— Derby.     Vernon. 
JL  O  Xj  •  Appeal  to  the  heart-searching  God. 

off  1  MY  God,  what  inward  grief  I  feel, 

When  impious  men  transgress  thy  will ; 
I  mourn  to  hear  their  lips  profane 

ag       Take  thy  tremendous  name  in  vain. 

I  ¥  2  Does  not  my  soul  detest  and  hate 
The  works  of  malice  md  deceit? 
Those  that  oppose  thy  laws  and  thee— 
Are  they  not  enemies  to  me  ? 

s^3  Lord,  search  my  heart,  try  every  thought 
Though  my  own  heart  accuse  me  not 
Of  walking  in  a  false  disguise, 
I  beg  the  trial  of  thine  eyes. 

p     4  Doth  secret  mischief  lurk  within? 
Do  I  indulge  some  unknown  sin? 
cr        O  turn  my  feet  whene'er  I  stray, 
— p      And  lead  me  in  thy  perfect  way. 


PSALMS.  231 

1  OQ  FOURTH  PART.    C.  M.— St.  Ann's. 

JL  tJtJ  •  God  everywhere. 

ma  ]  IN  all  my  vast  concerns  with  thee, 
In  vain  my  soul  would  try 
To  shun  thy  presence,  Lord,  or  flee 
The  notice  of  thine  eye. 

2  Thine  all-surrounding  sight  surveys 
My  rising  and  my  rest ; 
My  public  walks,  my  private  ways, 
And  secrets  of  my  breast. 

p  n  3  My  thoughts  lie  open  to  the  Lord, 
Before  they're  form'd  within ; 
And  ere  my  lips  pronounce  the  word, 
He  knows  the  sense  I  mean. 

cr    4  0  wondrous  knowledge,  deep  and  high ! 
Where  can  a  creature  hide  ? 
Within  thy  circling  arms  I  lie, 
Enclosed  on  every  side. 

di    5  So  let  thy  grace  surround  me  still, 
And  like  a  bulwark  prove, 
To  guard  my  soul  from  every  ill, 
Secur'd  by  sovereign  love. 

PAUSE.— Burford.     Mot  eland. 

off  6  Lord,  where  shall  guilty  souls  retire. 
Forgotten  and  unknown? 
In  hell  they  meet  thy  dreadful  ire, 
In  heav'n  thy  glorious  throne. 

ag   7  Should  I  suppress  my  vital  breath, 
T'  escape  the  wrath  divine  ♦, 
Thy  voice  would  break  the  bars  of  death, 
And  bid  the  grave  resign. 

? »  8  Should  I  with  beams  of  morning  light, 
Fly  to  the  distant  west ; 
The  hand  which  would  support  my  flight, 
Would  soon  betray  my  rest. 

p     9  Should  I  o'er  sin  presume  to  draw 

The  curtains  of  the  night; 
a         Those  flaming  eyes  that  guard  thy  law, 

Would  turn  the  shades  to  light. 


PSALMS. 


10  The  beams  of  noon,  the  midnight  hour, 
Are  both  alike  to  thee : 
Ch,  may  I  ne'er  provoke  that  pow'r 
From  which  I  cannot  liee ! 


139. 


FIFTH  PART.     C.  M.— Chester.    Fabiua. 
God  our  Creator  and  preserver. 


1  WHEN  I  with  pleasing  wonder  stand, 

And  all  my  frame  survey  ; 
I  see  thy  work,  and  own  the  hand 
That  built  my  humble  clay. 

2  And  when  I  count  thy  mercies  o'er, 

They  fill  me  with  surprise ; 
cr        Not  sands  upon  the  ocean's  shore 
To  equal  numbers  rise. 

di    3  These  on  my  heart  by  night  I  keep, 
My  Lord,  how  dear  to  me ! 
O  may  the  hour  that  ends  my  sleep, 
Still  find  my  thoughts  with  thee. 


139, 


SIXTH  PART.     L.  M.—  Wesley  Chapel 
God  our  Maker,  the  searcher  of  hearts. 


1  IN  God's  own  workmanship  display'd, 

A  miracle  of  power,  I  stand: 
How  wonderfully  was  I  made, 

And  wrought  in  secret  by  thy  hand  ! 
I  liv'd  ere  into  being  brought, 
Through  thy  eternity  of  thought. 

2  How  precious  are  thy  thoughts  of  peace. 

O  God,  to  me !  how  great  the  sum ! 
New  every  morn,  they  never  cease  ; 

They  were,  they  are,  and  yet  shall  come, 
In  number  and  in  compass  more, 
Than  ocean's  sand,  or  ocean's  shore. 

3  Search  me,  O  God,  and  know  my  heart ; 

Try  me,  my  secret  soul  survey : 
And  warn  thy  servant  to  depart 

From  every  false  and  evil  way : 
So  shall  thy  truth  my  guidance  be, 
In  life  and  immortality. 

Montgomery. 


PSALMS.  Za 

1  A  n  FIIlsT  PART.     L.  M.— Derby.    Quito. 

A  TlUi  A  prayer  against  public  enemies. 

off  1  O  LORD,  the  God  of  heaven  and  earth, 
From  men  of  violence  defend  ; 
Whose  ranks  are  daily  marching  forth, 
Against  our  well-beloved  land. 
2  In  fields  of  blood  their  souls  delight; 
They  seek  for  plunder  mid  the  slain; 
Against  the  church  and  thee  unite, 
Alike  the  foes  of  God  and  man. 
di    3  By  night  they  form  some  foul  design, 
And  lie  in  wait  against  our  peace ; 
ir        By  day  their  bands  in  war  combine, 

To  waste,  to  slaughter,  and  oppress. 
wi^-n4  Oh  thou  Preserver  of  mankind! 

Our  hope,  our  shield,our  strength,  our  God! 
Thou  hast  an  ear  to  prayer  inclin'd, 
Our  cries  have  reached  thy  dread  abode. 

Dwight. 
1  A  C\  SECOND  PART.     S.  M.— Bridgeport. 

JL  ~fcvy •  Complaint  against  personal  enemies. 

aff  1  MY  God,  while  impious  men, 
With  malice  in  their  heart, 
My  peace  destroy,  my  life  defame, 
Thy  guardian  grace  impart. 
pM2  Daily  they  lie  in  wait 

My  footsteps  to  betray, 
Full  many  a  snare  for  me  they  set, 
Beside  my  peaceful  way. 
ex    3  Oh,  hear  my  humble  cry, 

Their  cherish'd  hopes  destroy: 
Their  arts  confound,  their  plots  disclose, 
And  blast  their  envious  joy. 
4  Thou  wilt  sustain  the  poor, 
And  bid  th'  afflicted  sing ; 
Before  thee  shall  thy  children  dwell, 
Their  Father  and  their  King. 

Dteight 
-t     A  "I  FIRST  PART.     L.  M.— Luton. 

-I  t4-L  •  Christian  watchfulness  and  reproof— A  morning  psalm. 

d      1  MY  God,  accept  my  early  vows, 

Like  morning  incense  in  thine  house; 
And  let  my  nightly  worship  rise, 
Sweet  as  the  evening  sacrifice. 
20* 


234  PSALMS. 

di    2  Watch  o'er  my  lips,  and  guard  them,  Lord, 
From  every  rash  and  heedless  word  ; 
Nor  let  my  feet  incline  to  tread 
The  guilty  path  where  sinners  lead. 

cr    3  0,  may  the  righteous,  when  I  stray, 

Smite  and  reprove  my  wand'ring  way ! 
Their  gentle  words  like  ointment  shed, 
Shall  never  bruise,  but  cheer  my  head. 

4  When  I  behold  them  press'd  with  grief, 
I'll  cry  to  heav'n  for  their  relief: 
And  by  my  warm  petitions  prove, 
How  much  I  prize  their  faithful  love. 

"I    A  "I        SECOND  PART.    L.  M.— Repose.    Seasons. 

■*-  tp  J-  •  Christian  watchfulness  and  reproof. 

d      1  LORD,  let  my  prayer  like  incense  rise : 
And  when  I  lift  my  hands  to  thee, 
As  in  the  evening  sacrifice, 
Look  down  from  heav'n  wellpleas'd  on  me. 

2  Set  thou  a  watch  to  keep  my  tongue, 
Let  not  my  heart  to  sin  incline ; 

Save  me  from  men  who  practice  wrong : 
Let  me  not  share  their  mirth  and  wine. 

3  But  let  the  righteous,  when  I  stray, 
Smite  me  in  love ;  his  strokes  are  kind : 

His  mild  reproofs,  like  oil,  allay 
The  wounds  they  make,  and  heal  the  mind. 

aff  4  But  O,  redeem  me  from  the  snares 

With  which  the  world  surrounds  my  feet, 
Its  riches,  vanities,  and  cares, 
Its  love,  its  hatred,  and  deceit ! 

Montgomery. 
1    A  Q\  C.  M.— Bangor. 

J-  Q/£>  •  God  is  the  hope  of  the  helpless. 

aff  1  TO  God  I'll  make  my  sorrows  known; 
From  God  I'll  seek  relief; 
In  long  complaints  before  his  throne 
I'll  pour  out  all  my  grief. 

2  On  every  side  I  cast  mine  eye, 
And  find  my  helper  s  gone  ; 
My  friends  and  strangers  past  me  by, 
Neglected  and  alone. 


psalms.  $a 

vi     3  But  I  will  raise  my  prayer  to  thee  ; 
Now  let  thine  ear  attend ; 
And  make  the  foes  who  vex  me  see. 
That  God  is  still  my  friend. 

cr    4  From  depths  of  sorrow  set  me  free, 
Then  shall  I  praise  thy  name; 
And  holy  men  shall  join  with  me 
Thy  kindness  to  proclaim. 

"I     A  Q        FIRST  TART.    L.  M.— Darwen.     Vernon. 
Ai)t)«  Heavy  affliction  in  body  and  mind. 

aff     1  MY  righteous  Judge,  my  gracious  God, 
Hear  when  I  spread  my  hands  abroad ; 
I  ciy  for  succor  from  thy  throne ; 
O,  make  thy  truth  and  mercy  known. 

ag     2  Destroy  me  not  in  judgment,  Lord  ; 
Thy  pard'ning  mercy  still  afford; 
Should  justice  call  us  to  thy  bar, 
No  living  man  is  guiltless  there. 

li  3  Look  down  in  pity,  Lord,  and  see 
The  mighty  woes  that  burden  me; 
Down  to  the  dust  my  life  is  brought, 

— pp      Like  one  long  buried  and  forgot. 

t"  4  My  thoughts  in  musing  silence  trace 
The  ancient  wonders  of  thy  grace  ; 
Thence  I  derive  a  gleam  of  hope, 
To  bear  my  sinking  spirits  up. 

ix     5  For  thee  I  thirst,  I  pray,  I  mourn ; 
When  will  thy  smiling  face  return? 
Shall  all  my  joys  on  earth  remove, 
And  God  for  ever  hide  his  love  ? 

PAUSE.— Repose,     ex. 

p.atfQ  The  night  is  witness  to  my  tears, 

Distressing  pains,  distracting  fears  ; 
O  might  I  hear  thy  morning  voice, 
How  would  my  wearied  powers  rejoice  I 

7  In  thee  I  trust,  to  thee  I  sigh, 

And  lift  my  trembling  soul  on  high; 
For  thee  sit  waiting  all  the  day, 
And  wear  the  painful  hours  away. 


239  PSALMS. 

8  Teach  me  submission  to  thy  will, 
And  lead  me  to  thy  holy  hill ; 
Let  the  good  Spirit,  by  thy  love, 
Prepare  me  for  thy  courts  above. 

/      9  There  shall  my  soul  no  more  complain  $ 
The  tempter  then  shall  rage  in  vain: 
And  flesh  and  sin,  my  foes  before,  . 
Shall  never  vex  my  spirit  more. 


143. 


SECOND  PART.     L.  M.— Derby. 
Mental  afflictions  and  trials. 


aff  1  HEAR  me,  O  Lord,  in  my  distress, 
Hear  me  in  truth  and  righteousness  ; 
For  at  thy  bar  of  judgment  tried, 
None  living  can  be  justified. 

ag    2  Lord,  I  have  foes  without,  within, 

The  world,  the  flesh,  indwelling  sin, 
Life's  daily  ills,  temptation's  pow'r, 
And  Satan,  roaring  to  devour. 

3  O  let  me  not  so  hopeless  lie, 

Like  one  condemn'd  at  morn  to  die ; 
But  with  the  morning  may  I  see, 
Thy  loving  kindness  visit  me. 

4  Teach  me  thy  will,  subdue  my  own; 
Thou  art  my  God,  and  thou  alone ; 
By  thy  good  Spirit  guide  me  still, 
Safe  from  all  foes,  to  Zion's  hill. 

5  Release  my  soul  from  trouble,  Lord : 
Quicken  and  keep  me  by  thy  word ; 
May  all  its  promises  be  mine ; 

Be  thou  my  portion — I  am  thine. 

Montgomery. 


144 


FIRST  PART.     C.  M.— Colchester. 
Victory  in  spiritual  warfare. 

1  FOR  ever  blessed  be  the  Lord, 

My  Saviour  and  my  shield; 
He  sends  his  Spirit  with  his  word, 
To  arm  me  for  the  field. 

2  When  sin  and  hell  their  force  unite, 

He  makes  my  soul  his  care  ; 
Instructs  me  in  the  heav'nly  fight, 
And  guards  me  through  the  war. 


PSALMS.  9 

d      3  A  friend  and  helper  so  divine, 

Doth  my  weak  courage  raise ; 
He  makes  the  glorious  vict'ry  mine, 
And  his  shall  be  the  praise. 

•t     A    A  SECOND  PART.     C.  U.—Barby.     ex. 

X  4rTr»      Vanity  of  man,  and  condescension  of  God. 

aff  1  LORD,  what  is  man  !  poor  feeble  man, 
Born  of  the  earth  at  first! 
His  life,  a  shadow,  light  and  vain, 
p  Still  hastening  to  the  dust. 

cr    2  Oh  what  is  feeble  dying  man, 
Or  all  his  sinful  race, 
That  thou  shouldst  make  it  thy  concern, 
di  To  visit  him  with  grace  ! 

ag    3  That  God,  who  darts  his  lightning  down, 
Who  shakes  the  worlds  above  ; 
While  mountains  tremble  at  his  frown, 
d  How  wondrous  is  his  love  ! 

4 

-J    A    A       THIRD  PART.    L.  M.— Seasons.    Repose. 
JL  frlfrU         God's  goodness  and  man's  ingratitude. 

d      1  THE  Lord  is  gracious  to  forgive, 
And  slow  to  let  his  anger  move  ; 
The  Lord  is  good  to  all  that  live, 
And  all  his  tender  mercy  prove. 

met  2  Glorious  in  majesty  art  thou ; 

Thy  throne  for  ever  shall  endure ; 
di        Angels  before  thy  footstool  bow, 

Yet  dost  thou  not  despise  the  poor. 

3  The  Lord  upholds  the  men  that  fall ; 

He  raises  men  of  low  degree: 

O  God,  our  health,  the  eyes  of  all, 

Of  all  the  living,  wait  on  thee. 

4  Thou  op'nest  thy  exhaustless  store, 

And  rainest  food  on  every  land : 
The  dumb  creation,  thee  adore, 

And  eat  their  portion  from  thy  hand. 
aff  5  But,  most  indebted,  most  ingrate, 

Man  only  is  a  rebel  here : 
Teach  him  to  know  thee,  ere  too  late ; 

Teach  him  to  love  thee  :md  to  fear. 

Montgomery. 


238  PSALMS. 

1     A  £T      FIRST  PART.    L.  M.—Rothwell.     Seasvis 
J-  ^»d  •  All  praise  due  to  God. 

d      1  MY  God,  my  King,  thy  various  praise, 
Shall  fill  the  remnant  of  my  days  ; 
Thy  grace  employ  my  humble  tongue, 
Till  death  and  glory  raise  the  song. 

ri     2  The  wings  of  every  hour  shall  bear 
Some  thankful  tribute  to  thine  ear : 

di        And  every  setting  sun  shall  see 

New  works  of  duty  done  for  thee. 

mce  3  Thy  works  with  boundless  glory  shine, 
And  speak  thy  majesty  divine ; 
Let  every  realm  with  joy  proclaim, 
The  honors  of  thy  holy  name. 

4  Let  distant  times  and  nations  raise 
The  long  succession  of  thy  praise; 
And  unborn  ages  make  my  song 
The  joy  and  triumph  of  their  tongue. 

m     5  But  who  can  speak  thy  wondrous  deeds  ? 
Thy  greatness,  ill  our  thoughts  exceeds  ; 
Vast  and  unseal  'enable  thy  ways ! 
Vast  and  immoi  lal  be  thy  praise. 

1  A  £\  SECOND  PART.    C.  M.— Colchester. 

ItcIvi  Same  &  ubject. 

d    1  LONG  as  I  lire,  I'll  bless  thy  name, 
My  King,  my  God  of  love  : 
My  work  and  joy  shall  be  the  same, 
In  the  bright  woiM  above. 

2  Great  is  the  Lord,  his  power  unknown, 

And  let  his  praise  be  great ; 

I'll  sing  the  honors  of  thy  throne, 

Thy  works  of  grace  repeat. 

3  Thy  grace  shall  dwell  upon  my  tongue ; 

And  while  my  lips  rejoice, 
The  men  that  hear  my  sacred  song, 
Shall  join  their  cheerful  voice. 

4  Fathers  to  sons  shall  teach  thy  name, 

And  children  learn  thy  ways  ; 

Ages  to  come  thy  truth  proclaim, 

And  nations  sound  thy  praise. 


PSALMS. 


The  world  is  govern'd  by  thy  hand, 
Thy  saints  are  rul'd  by  love : 

For  ever  shall  thy  kingdom  stand, 
Though  rocks  and  hills  remove. 


THIRD  PART.     C.  M.-Tunbridge.     Colchester. 
Goodness  of  God. 


145 

d    1  SWEET  is  the  mem'ry  of  thy  grace, 
My  God,  my  heav'nly  King  ! 
Let  age  to  age  thy  righteousness 
In  sounds  of  glory  sing. 

cr  2  God  reigns  on  high,  but  not  confines 
His  goodness  to  the  skies ; 
Through  the  whole  earth  his  bounty  shines, 
And  every  want  supplies. 

3  With  longing  eyes  thy  creatures  wait 
On  thee  for  daily  food : 
Thy  lib'ral  hand  provides  their  meat, 
And  fills  their  mouth  with  good. 

di  4  How  kind  and  gracious  is  the  Lord, 
How  slow  his  anger  moves  ! 
How  soon  he  sends  his  pard'ning  word 
To  cheer  the  soul  he  loves  ! 

cr  5  Creatures  with  all  their  endless  race, 
Thy  power  and  praise  proclaim  ; 
But  saints  that  taste  thy  richer  grace, 
Adore  thy  wondrous  name. 

1  A  t\  FOURTH  PART.     C.  M.— Barby. 

i-  T.V '•         God's  mercy  to  the  weak  and  helpless. 

d      1  LET  every  tongue  thy  goodness  speak, 
Thou  sovereign  Lord  of  all; 
Thy  strengthening  hands  uphold  the  weak, 
And  raise  the  poor  that  fall. 

di    2  When  sorrow  bows  the  spirit  down, 
And  virtue  lies  distress'd, 
Beneath  some  proud  oppressor's  frown, 
Thou  giv'st  the  mourner  rest. 

3  God  strengthens  our  declining  days: 
He  guards  the  hours  of  youth  ; 
mce      Holy  and  just  are  all  his  ways, 
His  word  is  heavenly  truth. 


340  PSALMS. 

p     4  He  knows  the  pains  his  servants  feel, 
He  hears  his  children  cry : 
And  their  best  wishes  to  fulfill 
His  grace  is  ever  nigh. 

5  His  mercy  never  shall  remove, 
From  men  of  heart  sincere : 
He  saves  the  soul  where  humble  love 
Is  joined  with  holy  fear. 

ag    6  His  foes  unyielding  he  will  slay, 
Who  dare  oppose  his  reign  : 

d         But  none  that  serve  the  Lord  shall  say, 
They  sought  his  aid  in  vain. 


146 


FIRST  PART.    L.  M.— Park-street. 
•  God  is  to  be  praised  for  his  perfections  and  providences. 

1  PRAISE  ye  the  Lord  :  my  heart  shall  join 

In  work  so  pleasant,  so  divine ; 
The  work  of  praise  shall  ne'er  be  past, 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  last. 

1  f    2  Happy  the  man  whose  hopes  rely 

On  Israel's  God,  who  reigns  on  high  \ 
The  God  of  angels  and  of  men, 
None  ever  found  his  promise  vain. 

3  His  truth  for  ever  stands  secure, 

He  saves  the  oppress'd,  he  feeds  the  poor 
He  helps  the  stranger  in  distress, 
The  widow  and  the  fatherless. 

4  He  loves  his  saints,  he  knows  them  well ; 
ag  But  turns  the  wicked  down  to  hell ; 
vke      Thy  God,  O  Zion,  ever  reigns, 

Praise  him  in  everlasting  strains. 

1  A  f\       SEC0ND  PART.     L.  P.  M.— St.  Helen's* 
X4rO«  Same  subject. 

vi.l  T 1  I'LL  praise  my  Maker  with  my  breath, 
And  when  my  voice  is  lost  in  death, 

Praise  shall  employ  my  nobler  pow'rs; 
My  days  of  praise  shall  ne'er  be  past, 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  last 

Or  immortality  endures. 

2  Happy  the  man  whose  hopes  rely 
On  Israel's  God,  who  made  the  sky, 


I'SAiJklS.  241 

And  earth  and  sea,  with  all  their  train  ; 
His  truth  for  ever  stands  secure, 
He  saves  th'  oppressed,  he  feeds  the  poor, 
And  none  shall  find  his  promise  vain. 
3  He  loves  his  saints,  he  knows  them  well, 
— p      But  turns  the  wicked  down  to  hell : 
m<e  Thy  God,  O  Zion,  ever  reigns! 

Let  every  tongue,  let  every  age, 
In  this  exalted  work  engage, 
Praise  him  in  everlasting  strains. 

PAUSE. 

di    4  Why  should  I  make  a  man  my  trust  ? 
Why  should  I  cleave  to  brittle  dust, 

Or  look  for  help  from  flesh  and  blood  ? 
Man's  breath  departs,  his  pomp  and  pow'r, 
His  thoughts  all  vanish  in  an  hour  ; 
p  Nor  can  he  make  his  promise  good. 

cr    5  The  Lord  supports  the  sinking  mind  ; 
The  Lord  gives  eyesight  to  the  blind  ; 

He  sends  the  labrring  conscience  peace, 
He  helps  the  stranger  in  distress, 
The  widow  and  the  fatherless, 
And  grants  the  pris'ner  sweet  release. 
/     6  I'll  praise  him  while  he  lends  me  breath  ; 
And  when  my  voice  is  lost  in  death, 

Praise  shall  employ  my  nobler  pow'rs : 
My  days  of  praise  shall  ne'er  be  past, 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  last, 
Or  immortality  endures. 

HrV       FIRST  PART.     C.  VL—RothweO.     Luton. 
•  I  •  Praise  for  divine  grace. 

vi     1  PRAISE  ye  the  Lord  ;  'tis  good  to  raise 
Our  hearts  and  voices  in  his  praise ; 
His  nature  and  his  works  invite 
To  make  this  duty  our  delight. 

2  The  Lord  builds  up  Jerusalem', 
And  gathers  nations  to  his  name ; 
His  mercy  melts  the  stubborn  soul, 
And  makes  the  broken  spirit  whole. 

3  Great  is  our  Lord,  and  great  his  might, 
And  all  his  glories  infinite : 

He  crowns  the  meek,  rewards  the  just, 
And  treads  the  wicked  to  the  dust. 
21 


242  PSALMS. 

di    5  But  saints  are  lovely  in  his  sight ; 

He  views  his  children  with  delight , 
He  sees  their  hope,  he  knows  their  fear, 
And  looks  and  loves  his  image  there. 

•I    A  iy     SECOND  PART.    C.  M.—Cclckester.    Tolland. 
JL  TC  I  •  Seasons  of  the  year. 

f.vil  "WITH  songs  and  honors  sounding  loud, 
Address  the  Lord  on  high: 
Over  the  heav'ns  he  spreads  his  cloud, 
And  waters  veil  the  sky. 

2  He  sends  his  showers  of  blessing  down, 

To  cheer  the  plains  below  ; 
He  makes  the  grass  the  mountains  crown 
And  corn  in  valleys  grow. 

3  His  steady  counsels  change  the  face 
di  Of  the  declining  year ; 

He  bids  the  sun  cut  short  his  race, 
And  wint'ry  days  appear. 

4  His  hoary  frost,  his  fleecy  snow, 

Descend  and  clothe  the  ground; 
m         The  liquid  streams  forbear  to  flow, 
In  icy  fetters  bound. 

vi    5  He  sends  his  word  and  melts  the  snow, 
The  fields  no  longer  mourn  ; 
He  calls  the  warmer  gales  to  blow, 
And  bids  the  spring  return. 

6  The  changing  wind,  the  flying  cloud, 
Obey  his  mighty  word  ; 
With  songs  and  honors  sounding  loud, 
Praise  ye  the  sov'reign  Lord. 

-1    A  Q  FIRST  PART.    H.  M.—  Weymouth. 

JL  tpO«  Universal  praise. 

vi     1      YE  tribes  of  Adam  join 

With  heav'n,  and  earth,  and  seas, 
And  offer  notes  divine 
To  your  Creator's  praise: 
/  Ye  holy  throng 

Of  angels  bright, 
In  worlds  of  light, 
Begin  the  song. 


PSALMS. 

d      2      Thou  sun  with  dazzling  rays, 

And  moon  that  rul'st  the  night, 
Shine  to  your  Maker's  praise. 
With  stars  of  twinkling  light: 
/  His  power  declare, 

Ye  floods  on  high, 
And  clouds  that  fly 
In  empty  air. 

mce  3      The  shining  worlds  above 
In  glorious  order  stand, 
Or  in  swift  courses  move, 
By  his  supreme  command: 
di  He  spake  the  word, 

And  all  their  frame 
From  nothing  came 
To  praise  the  Lord. 

PAUSE. 

ma  4      Rulers  of  earth,  adore 

The  Lord,  the  heav'nly  King, 
Obey  him  evermore, 
And  his  high  praises  sing: 
di  Nor  mid  the  dream 

Of  power  and  state, 
cr  Dare  to  forget 

The  great  Suprema 

'  f    5      Children  and  youths,  engage 
To  sound  his  praise  divine; 
While  men  of  riper  age, 
cr  Their  louder  voices  join: 

f  Wide  as  he  reigns, 

His  name  be  sung 
By  every  tongue,1 
In  endless  strains. 

6      Let  all  the  nations  fear 

The  God  that  rules  above ; 
di  He  brings  his  people  near 

p  And  makes  them  taste  his  love: 

f  While  earth  and  sky 

Attempt  his  praise, 
His  saints  shall  raise 
His  honors  high. 


&4  PSALMS. 

I    A  O       SECOND  PART.    L.  TA.— Luther's  Hymn. 
-*-   *0«  Same  subject. 

vi. mce  1  LOUD  hallelujahs  to  the  Lord, 

From  distant  worlds  where  creatures 
dwell; 
Let  heav'n  begin  the  solemn  word, 
ag  And  sound  it  dreadful  down  to  hell. 

7TUB      2  The  Lord!  how  absolute  Vie  reigns! 
Let  every  angel  bend  the  knee ; 
Sing  of  his  love  in  heav'nly  strains, 
f.  ag         And  speak  how  fierce  his  terrors  be. 

^s        3  High  on  the  throne  his  glories  dwell, 
An  awful  throne  of  shining  bliss ; 
vi  Fly  through  the  world,  O  sun,  and  tell 

—p  How  dark  thy  beams  compar'd  with  his. 

FIRST  PAUSE. 

mcB      4  Awake,  ye  tempests,  and  his  fame 

In  sounds  of  dreadful  praise  declare ; 

p  ■  Let  the  sweet  whispers  of  his  name 

Fill  every  gentler  breeze  of  air. 

cr        5  Let  clouds,  and  winds,  and  waves  agree 
To  join  their  praise  with  blazing  fire; 
Let  the  firm  earth  and  rolling  sea 
In  this  eternal  song  conspire. 

d  6  Ye  flow'ry  plains,  proclaim  his  skill , 

p  Valleys,  lie  low  before  his  eye; 

cr  And  let  his  praise  from  every  hill, 

J  Rise  tuneful  to  the  neighb'ring  sky. 

SECOND  PAUSE.— Park-street,    ex. 

vi        7  Mortals,  can  you  refrain  your  tongue, 
While  all  the  wide  creation  sings ! 

f  O,  for  a  shout  from  old  and  young, 

From  humble  swains,  and  lofty  kings. 

8  Wide  as  his  vast  dominion  lies, 

Make  the  Creator's  name  be  known; 
ff  Loud  as  his  thunders  shout  his  praise. 

And  sound  it  lofty  as  his  throne. 

m.mcB  9  Jehovah  !  'tis  a  glorious  word! 

O  may  it  dwell  on  every  tongue: 
But  saints  who  best  have  known  the  Lord, 
Are  bound  to  raise  the  noblest  song. 


PSALM8.  2tf 

ri       10  Speak  of  the  wonders  of  that  love 

Which  Gabriel  plays  on  every  chord : 
cr  From  all  below,  and  all  above, 

/  Loud  hallelujahs  to  the  Lord. 

I     A  Q  THIRD  PART.    S.  M.— CZapfon. 

1t*0«  Same  subject. 

/     1  LET  every  creature  join 

To  praise  th'  eternal  God : 
Ye  heav'nly  hosts  the  song  begin, 
And  sound  his  name  abroad. 

2  Thou  sun  with  golden  beams, 

And  moon  with  paler  rays  ; 
Ye  starry  lights,  ye  twink'ling  flames, 
Shine  to  your  Maker's  praise. 

3  He  built  those  worlds  above, 

And  fix'd  their  wondrous  frame  : 
By  his  command  they  stand  or  move, 

And  ever  speak  his  name. 
di     4  By  all  his  \vo  rks  below, 

His  horors  be  express7  d : 
Saints,  wno  h  is  loving  kindness  know, 

Should  sin|;  his  praises  best. 

-1     A  Q         FOURTH  PA  RT.     L.  C.  yi.— Warning. 
-L  TbOt  Same  subject. 

f.H  1  BEGIX,  my  soul,  th'  exalted  lay, 
Let  each  enraptur'd  thought  obey, 
And  praise  the  Almighty  name  : 
Let  heav'n  and  earth,  and  seas  and  skies, 
In  one  melodious  concert  rise, 
To  swell  th'  inspiring  theme. 
2  Thou  heav'n  of  heav'ns,  his  vast  abode, 
Ye  clouds  proclaim  your  Maker  God, 
Ye  thunders  speak  his  power; 
met      Lo  !  on  the  lightning's  fiery  wing, 
In  triumph  walks  th'" eternal  King: 
Th'  astonish'd  worlds  adore. 
ex    3  Ye  deeps  with  roaring  billows  rise, 
To  join  the  thunders  of  the  skies, 
Praise  him  who  bids  you  roll : 
di        His  praise  in  softer  notes  declare, 
p         Each  whispering  breeze  of  yielding  air  '■ 
—pp       And  breathe  it  to  the  soul. 
21* 


246  PSALMS. 

cr    4  Wake,  all  ye  soaring  throngs,  and  sing : 
d         Ye  feather'd  warblers  of  the  spring, 
Harmonious  anthems  raise 
To  him  who  shap'd  your  finer  mould, 
Who  tipp'd  your  glitt'ring  wings  with  gold, 
And  tun'd  your  voice  to  praise. 

/    5  Let  man,  by  nobler  passions  sway'd, 
Let  man,  in  God's  own  image  made, 

His  breath  in  praise  employ  ; 
Spread  wide  his  Maker's  name  around, 
cr        Till  heav'n  shall  echo  back  the  sound, 
In  songs  of  holy  joy. 

Ogilvie. 
-j     A  Q         FIFTH  PART.    8's  and  7's.—  Ch.  Hymn. 
1  4feO.  Praise  to  God. 

f     ]  PRAISE  the  Lord,  ye  heav'ns  adore  him, 
Praise  him,  angels  in  the  height ; 
Sun  and  moon  rejoice  before  him, 
Praise  him  all  ye  stars  of  light. 

2  Praise  the  Lord,  for  he  hath  spoken, 

Worlds  his  mighty  voice  obey'd ; 
Laws  which  never  can  be  broken, 
For  their  guidance  he  hath  made. 

3  Praise  the  Lord,  for  he  is  glorious; 

Never  shall  his  promise  Tail ; 
God  hath  made  his  saints  victorious, 
Sin  and  death  shall  not  prevail. 

4  Praise  the  God  of  our  salvation, 

Hosts  on  high,  his  pow'r  proclaim ; 
Heav'n  and  earth,  and  all  creation, 
Praise  and  magnify  his  name. 


Doublin  Coll 


SIXTH  PART.    Ts.—Nuremburgh. 
Praise  for  the  works  of  creation. 


148. 

/M  l  HERALDS  of  creation  cry 

Praise  the  Lord,  the  Lord  most  high ! 
Heav'n  and  earth  obey  the  call, 
Praise  the  Lord,  the  Lord  of  all. 

2  For  he  spake,  and  forth  from  night, 
Sprang  the  universe  to  light : 
He  commanded  ;  nature  heard, 
And  stood  fast  upon  his  word. 


PSALMS.  247 

3  Praise  him,  all  ye  hosts  above, 
Spirits  perfected  in  love; 
Sun  and  moon  your  anthems  raise. 
Sing,  ye  stars,  your  Maker's  praise. 

Montgomery, 
•t    A  Q  C.  M.— Coventry. 

J-  ^r«y  •    Saints  should  praise  God  and  rejoice  in  him. 

vi    1  ALL  ye  that  love  the  Lord,  rejoice, 
And  let  your  songs  be  new : 
Amid  the  church  with  cheerful  voice 
His  later  wonders  shew. 

2  The  Lord  takes  pleasure  in  the  just, 
p  Whom  sinners  treat  with  scorn  : 

The  meek  that  lie  despised  in  dust, 
cr  Salvation  shall  adorn. 

3  Saints  should  be  joyful  in  their  King, 

E'en  on  a  dying  bed  ; 
/        And  like  the  souls  in  glory  sing: 
di  For  God  shall  raise  the  dead. 

mce  4  When  Christ  his  judgment  seat  ascends, 

And  bids  the  world  appear  ; 
Thrones  are  prepared  for  all  his  friends, 

Who  lov'd,  and  serv'd  him  here. 

1   E\f\        FmST  PART-    c-  M—  AT«»  Cambridge. 
JL  tJ\J»  A  scng  of  praise. 

1  IN  God's  own  house  pronounce  his  praise 

His  grace  he  there  reveals  ; 
To  heaven  your  joy  and  wonder  raise, 
For  there  his  glory  dwells. 

2  Let  all  your  sacred  passions  move, 

While  you  rehearse  his  deeds ; 
But  the  great  work  of  saving  love, 

Your  highest  praise  exceeds. 
J  3  All  that  have  motion,  life,  and  breath, 

Proclaim  your  Maker  blest : 
di      Yet,  when  my  voice  expires  in  death, 
cr  My  soul  shall  praise  him  best. 

-I    rf\  SECOND  PART.    H.  M.—  Weymouth. 

JL  tJ\Jm  Same  subject. 

vi     1  IN  Zion's  sacred  gates, 

Let  hymns  of  praise  begin — 
Where  acts  of  faith  and  love, 
In  ceaseless  beauty  shine : 


24S  PSALMS. 

di  In  mercy  there 

While  God  is  known, 
cr  Before  his  throne 

With  songs  appear. 

/?  1 2  The  trumpet's  martial  voice, 
The  timbrel's  softer  sound, 
The  organ's  solemn  peal, 
His  praises  shall  resound: 
ff  To  swell  the  song 

With  highest  joy, 
Let  man  employ 
His  tuneful  tongue. 

mce  3  In  heav'n,  his  house  on  high, 
Ye  angels  lift  your  voice  ; 
Let  heav'nly  harps  resound, 
And  happy  saints  rejoice  : 
The  glories  sing, 
That  ever  shine, 
With  pomp  divine, 
Around  your  King. 

Dwight. 

1p?f\    THIRD  PART.    Vs.— Song  of  Jubilee.    Beneve?Uc, 
tJ\J»  Same  subject. 

/  J 1  PRAISE  the  Lord,  his  pow'r  confess, 
Praise  him  in  his  holiness, 
Praise  him  as  the  theme  inspires, 
Praise  him  as  his  name  requires. 

ex    2  Let  the  trumpet's  lofty  sound, 

Spread  its  loudest  notes  around ; 
Let  the  harp  unite  in  praise, 
With  the  sacred  minstrel's  lays. 

3  Let  the  organ  join  to  bless 
God,  the  Lord  of  righteousness; 
Tune  your  voice  to  spread  the  fame 
Of  the  great  Jehovah's  name. 

ff   4  All  who  dwell  beneath  his  light, 
In  his  praise  your  hearts  unite ; 
While  the  stream  of  song  is  pour'd, 
Praise  and  magnify  the  Lord. 

Wrangham. 


DOXOLOGIES-SEE  END  OF  HYMNS. 


HYMNS. 


THE   HOLY  SCRIPTURES.* 


1L.  M. — Sterling.     Uxbridge. 
•  The  Bible  divinely  inspired. 

1 1    1  'TWAS  by  an  order  from  the  Lord, 

The  ancient  prophets  spake  his  word: 
His  Spirit  did  their  tongues  inspire, 
And  fill  their  hearts  with  heav'nly  fire. 

2  Great  God  !  mine  eyes  with  wonder  look. 
Upon  the  treasures  of  thy  book : 

There  my  Redeemer's  face  I  see, 
And  read  his  name  who  died  for  me. 

3  Let  the  false  raptures  of  the  mind 
Be  lost  and  vanish  in  the  wind : 
Here  I  can  fix  my  hope  secure, 
The  word  is  thine,  and  must  endure. 


2. 


C.  M. — Peterborough.    Fabius. 
The  Bible  a  lamp. 


■1     1  HOW  precious  is  the  book  divine, 
By  inspiration  giv'n ! 
Bright  as  a  lamp  its  doctrines  shine, 
To  guide  our  souls  to  heav'n. 

2  It  sweetly  cheers  our  drooping  hearts, 
In  this  dark  vale  of  tears; 
Life,  light,  and  joy,  it  still  imparts, 
And  quells  our  rising  fears. 

*  Sec  alto  Gospel,  and  Psalms  19  and  WX 


250  HYMNS. 

3  This  lamp,  through  all  the  tedious  night 
Of  life,  shall  guide  our  way. 
Till  we  behold  the  clearer  light, 
Of  heaven's  eternal  day. 

Rippon's  Coll. 

3C.  M. — Retirement.     Chester. 
•  The  Holy  Scriptures. 

off  1  LADEN  with  guilt,  and  full  of  fears, 
I  fly  to  thee,  my  Lord ; 
And  not  a  gleam  of  hope  appears, 
Eut  in  thy  written  word. 

d      2  The  volume  of  my  Father's  grace 
Does  all  my  grief  assuage  ; 
Here  I  behold  my  Saviour's  face 
Beaming  in  every  page. 

3  Here  is  the  Judge  that  ends  the  strife 

When  human  reas'nings  fail : 

Here  is  the  guide  to  endless  life 

Through  all  this  gloomy  vale. 

4  O  may  thy  counsels,  mighty  God, 

My  roving  feet  command, 
And  keep  me  in  the  narrow  road. 
That  leads  to  thy  right  hand. 

C.  M.—  Fabius.     Moravian. 
The  word  of  God. 

d      1  FATHER  of  mercies,  in  thy  word 
What  endless  glory  shines  ! 
For  ever  be  thy  name  ador'd, 

For  these  celestial  lines. 

» 

[2  Here  may  the  wretched  sons  of  want 
Exhaustless  riches  find ; 
Riches  above  what  earth  can  grant, 
And  lasting  as  the  mind. 

3  Here  the  fair  tree  of  knowledge  grows, 
And  yields  a  free  repast: 
Sublimer  sweets  than  nature  knows, 
Invite   the  longing  taste.] 

vi     4  Here  the  Redeemer's  welcome  voice 
Spreads  heav'nly  peace  around  j 

cr        And  fife  and  everlasting  joys 
Attend  the  blissful  sound. 


4. 


GOD  AND  ins  ATTRIBUTES.  » 

5  0,  may  these  heav'nly  pages  be 
My  ever  dear  delight: 
And  still  new  beauties  may  I  see. 
And  still  increasing  light. 

G  Divine  Instructor !  gracious  Lord, 
Be  thou  for  ever  near ; 
Teach  me  to  love  thy  sacred  word, 
And  view  my  Saviour  there. 

Steele. 

5L.  M. — Park-street.     YanhalVs. 
Excellence  of  the  Scriptures. 

vi     1  LET  everlasting  glories  crown 

Thy  head,  my  Saviour  and  my  Lord ; 
For  thou  hast  brought  salvation  down, 
And  stor'd  its  blessings  in  thy  word. 

di    2  In  vain  the  trembling  conscience  seeks 
Some  solid  ground  to  rest  upon; 

ag       With  deep  despair  the  spirit  breaks, 
Till  we  apply  to  Christ  alone. 

d      3  How  well  thy  blessed  truths  agree ! 

How  wise  and  holy  thy  commands  ! 
Thy  promises,  how  large  and  free  ! 
Firm  on  this  ground,  our  comfort  stands. 

cr    4  Should  all  the  schemes  that  men  devise, 
Assault  my  faith  with  treacherous  art; 
I'd  count  them  vanity  and  lies, 
And  bind  the  gospel  to  my  heart. 


GOD  AND  HIS  ATTRIBUTES* 


6L.  M.— Luton.    Park-street. 
•  There  is  a  God. 

f  I     1  NATURE,  with  solemn  accent  cries, 
There  is  a  God  that  built  the  skies, 
That  form'd  the  earth  and  spread  the  flood; 
A  self-existent,  mighty  God. 

•  See  Doctrinal,  also  Psalms  36,  93,  102, 101,  108.  Ill,  113, 133. 


252  HYMNS 

cr    2  Creation's  wonders,  vast  and  bright, 
Proclaim  their  Maker  infinite ; 
Her  bounties  show  to  every  eye, 
The  goodness  of  the  Deity. 

3  But  when  we  view  each  precious  line, 
Within  the  gospel  all  divine ; 
Justice  and  mercy,  there  we  trace, 
Eternal  truth,  transcendent  grace. 

vi     4  Thanks  for  the  light  of  nature  giv'n, 
Thanks  for  the  surer  guide  to  heav'n; 
For  all  the  treasures  of  thy  word, 
We  praise  the  great  creation's  Lord. 


7. 


M.S. 


S.  M.— Sicily.     Oakland. 
Praise  to  the  Creator. 


vi     1  ALMIGHTY  Maker  God, 

How  wondrous  is  thy  name ! 

Thy  glories,  how  diffus'd  abroad 

Through  all  creation's  frame! 

2  Nature  in  every  dress, 

Her  humble  homage  pays  ; 
And  finds  a  thousand  ways  t'  express, 
Her  undissembled  praise. 

3  My  soul  would  rise  and  sing 

Her  great  Creator  too : 
I  would  adore  th'  Eternal  King, 
And  pay  the  homage  due. 

4  Let  joy  and  worship  spend 

The  remnant  of  my  days  ; 
And  let  my  voice  to  God  ascend 
In  grateful  songs  of  praise. 

8C.  M.—  St.  Ann's. 
•  Eternity  of  God. 

rrue  1  GREAT  God,  how  infinite  art  thou! 
WThat  worthless  worms  are  we  ! 
Let  the  whole  race  of  creatures  bow 
And  render  praise  to  thee. 

2  Thy  throne  eternal  ages  stood, 
Ere  seas  or  stars  were  made; 
Thou  art  the  everliving  God, 
Were  all  the  nations  dead. 


GOD  AND  HIS  ATTRIBUTES.  253 

3  Eternity  with  all  its  years 

Stands  present  to  thy  view ; 
To  thee  there's  nothing  old  appears, 
Great  God,  there's  nothing  new. 

4  Our  lives  through  various  scenes  are  drawn, 

And  vex'd  with  trifling  cares: 
But  one  eternal  thought  moves  on 
Thy  undisturb'd  affairs. 

5  Great  God,  how  infinite  art  thou ! 

What  worthless  worms  are  we ! 
Let  the  whole  race  of  creatures  bow, 
And  render  praise  to  thee. 

9C.  M.—  Colchester.    St.  Ann's. 
•  Creating  wisdom. 

vi     1  ETERNAL  Wisdom,  thee  we  praise; 

Let  the  creation  sing ; 
While  with  thy  name,  rocks,  hills,  and  plains . 
And  heav'n's  high  arches  ring. 

2  How  wide  thy  hand  hath  spread  the  sky 
How  glorious  to  behold ! 
Ting'd  with  a  blue  of  heavenly  dye, 
And  starr'd  with  sparkling  gold. 

mcB  3  Thy  glories  shine  the  earth  around, 
And  strike  the  gazing  sight : 
Let  lands  and  seas  thy  praise  resound, 
With  rev'rence  and  delight. 

4  Infinite  strength  and  equal  skill, 

Shine  through  the  worlds  abroad : 
/        Our  souls  with  vast  amazement  fill, 
And  speak  the  builder,  God. 

d      5  But,  still  the  wonders  of  thy  grace 
Our  softer  passions  move; 
The  heav'n  that  shines  in  Jesus'  face 
We  see,  adore,  and  love. 

C.  M.— Moravian. 
The  glory  of  God  in  creation. 

THE  God  of  nature  and  of  grace 

In  all  his  works  appears  ; 
His  goodness  through  the  earth  we  trace, 

His  grandeur  in  the  spheres. 
22 


10. 


U5i  HYMNS. 

2  Lift  to  the  arch  of  heav'n  your  eye  j 

Thither  his  path  pursue  ; 
ma,      His  glory  boundless  as  the  sky, 

O'erwhelms  the  wond'ring  view, 

3  These  lower  worlds  that  swell  thy  praise, 

High  as  our  thoughts  can  tow'r, 
Are  but  a  portion  of  thy  ways, 
The  hiding  of  thy  pow'r. 

ag   4  O  should st  thou  rend  aside  the  veil, 
And  show  thy  dwelling  place ; 
The  souls  which  thou  hast  made  would  fai\ 
'Twere  death  to  see  thy  face  ! 

5  None  can  behold  that  face  and  live! 
d  Yet  sinners  may  draw  near  ; 

Jesus  is  ready  to  forgive, 
His  love  shall  cast  out  fear. 

ma  6  Millions  amid  his  presence  stand, 
And  feel  while  they  adore, 
Fulness  of  joy  at  God's  right  hand5 
And  pleasures  evermore. 

Montgomery. 


C.  M. — Tolland.    Moravian. 
Praise  for  creation  and  Providence. 


11. 

/Mil  SING  th'  Almighty  pow'r  of  God 
That  made  the  mountains  rise, 
That  spread  the  flowing  seas  abroad, 
And  built  the  lofty  skies. 

2  I  sing  the  wisdom  that  ordain'd 
The  sun  to  rule  by  day  ; 
The  moon,  that  shines  at  his  command, 
While  all  the  stars  obey. 

dt    3  1  sing  the  goodness  of  the  Lord, 
That  fill'd  the  earth  with  food  ; 
He  form'd  the  creatures  by  his  word, 
And  then  pronoune'd  them  good. 

4  There's  not  a  plant  or  flow'r  below 
But  makes  thy  glories  known  ; 
cr        And  clouds  arise  and  tempests  blow 
By  orders  from  thy  throne. 


12. 


GOD  AND  HIS  ATTRIBUTES.  255 

5  Creatures  that  borrow  life  from  thee, 
Are  subject  to  thy  care; 

There's  not  a  place  where  we  can  flee 
But  God  is  present  there. 

6  His  hand  is  my  perpetual  guard: 
He  keeps  me  with  his  eye : 

Why  should  I  then  forget  the  Lord, 
Who  is  for  ever  nigh. 

L.  M.— Duke-street.    Stonef.  ild. 
God's  condescension  to  human  affairs. 

1  UP  to  the  Lord,  who  reign  5  on  high, 
And  views  the  nations  fiom  afar, 
f        Let  praises,  echoing  through  the  sky, 
Proclaim  how  large  his  bounties  are. 

di    2  He  overrules  all  mortal  things, 

And  manages  our  mean  affairs; 

p  On  humble  souls,  the  King  of  kings 

Bestows  his  counsels  and  his  cares. 

aff  3  Our  sorrows  and  our  tears  we  pour 

Into  the  bosom  of  our  God  ; 
d         He  hears  us  in  the  mournful  hour. 

And  gives  us  strength  to  bear  the  load. 

cr    4  0  could  our  thankful  hearts  devise 
A  tribute  equal  to  thy  grace ; 

ff       To  the  third  heav'ns  our  songs  should  rise 
And  fill  the  golden  harps  with  praise. 


13. 


C.  M. — Retirement.     Fabius. 
Goodness  of  God. 


1  YE  humble  souls  approach  your  God, 

With  songs  of  sacred  praise  ; 
For  he  is  good,  immensely  good, 
And  kind  are  all  his  ways. 

2  All  nature  owns  his  guardian  care, 

In  him  we  live  and  move  : 
But  nobler  benefits  declare 
The  wonders  of  his  love. 

3  He  gave  his  Son,  his  only  Son, 

To  ransom  rebel  worms; 
'Tis  here  he  makes  his  goodness  known 
In  its  diviner  forms. 


256  HYMNS. 

d      4  To  this  dear  refuge,  Lord,  we  come, 
'Tis  here  our  hope  relies  ; 
A  safe  defence,  a  peaceful  home, 
When  storms  of  trouble  rise. 

5  Thine  eye  beholds  with  kind  regard 
The  souls  that  trust  in  thee ; 
Their  humble  hope  thou  wilt  reward, 
Wilt  bless  divinely  free. 

cr    6  Great  God,  to  thy  Almighty  love, 
What  honors  shall  we  raise? 

f        Not  all  th'  angelic  songs  above, 
Can  render  equal  praise. 

Steele 
-l    A  C.  M.— Colchester. 

J-   j^»  The  goodness  of  God. 

1  GOD,  in  the  high  and  holy  place, 
Looks  down  upon  the  spheres  ; 
Yet,  in  his  providence  and  grace, 
To  every  eye  appears. 

mce  2  He  bows  the  heav'ns !  the  mountains  stand 
A  highway  for  our  God: 
He  walks  amid  the  desert  land  ; 
'Tis  Eden  where  he  trod. 

ri    3  In  every  stream  his  bounty  flows, 
Diffusing  joy  and  wealth; 
In  every  breeze  his  spirit  blows, 
The  breath  of  life  and  health. 

4  His  blessings  fall  in  plenteous  showers 

Upon  the  lap  of  earth, 
That  teems  with  foliage,  fruits  and  flow'rs, 
And  rings  with  infant  mirth. 

5  If  God  hath  made  this  world  so  fair, 

Where  sin  and  death  abound ! 
How  beautiful,  beyond  compare, 
Will  paradise  be  found  ! 

Montgomery. 
L.  M.— Duke-street. 
■  Justice  and  goodness  of  God. 

1  GREAT  God,  my  Maker  and  my  King, 
Of  thee  I'll  speak,  of  thee  I'll  sing: 
All  thou  hast  done,  and  all  thou  dost, 
Declare  thee  good,  proclaim  thee  just. 


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GOD  AND  HIS  ATTRIBUTES.  257 

H     2  Thy  ancient  works,  and  firm  decrees, 
Thy  threat'nings  and  thy  promises  ; 
The  joys  of  heav'n,  the  pains  of  hell, 
What  angels  taste,  what  devils  feel: 

3  Thy  terrors,  and  thine  acts  of  grace, 
Thy  chast'ning  rod,  thy  smiling  face, 
Thy  wounding  and  thy  healing  word, 
A  world  undone,  a  world  restor'd : 

d     4  While  these  excite  my  fear  and  joy; 
While  these  my  tuneful  lips  employ, 
Accept,  O  Lord,  the  humble  song, 
The  tribute  of  a  trembling  tongue. 

Beddwne. 


16. 


C.  M.— St.  Anns.    Moravian. 
God  a  Sovereign. 


met  ]  KEEP  silence,  all  created  things, 
And  wait  your  Maker's  nod  : 
My  soul  stands  trembling  while  she  sings 
The  honors  of  her  God. 

2  Life  death,  and  hell,  and  worlds  unknown, 

Hang  on  his  firm  decree  : 
He  sits  on  no  precarious  throne, 
Nor  borrows  leave  to  be. 

3  Chain'd  to  his  throne  a  volume  lies 

With  all  the  fates  of  men, 
With  every  angel's  form  and  size, 
Drawn  by  th'  Eternal  pen. 

[4  His  Providence  unfolds  the  book 
And  makes  his  counsels  shine  ; 
Each  opening  leaf,  and  every  stroke 
Fulfils  some  deep  design.] 

di    5  My  God  !  I  would  not  long  to  see 

My  fate  with  curious  eyes ; 
p         What  gloomy  lines  are  writ  for  me, 

Or  what  bright  scenes  may  rise. 

cr     6  In  thy  fair  book  of  life  and  grace, 
O  may  I  find  my  name ; 
Recorded  in  some  humble  place, 
di  Beneath  my  Lord  the  Lamb. 


258  HYMNS. 


L.  M.— Luther's  Hymn. 
God  the  sovereign  ruler. 


17. 

m<B  1  GOD  is  a  King  of  pow'r  unknown, 
Firm  are  the  orders  of  his  throne, 
If  he  resolve,  who  dares  oppose, 
Or  ask  him  why,  or  what  he  does  ! 

di    2  He  wounds  the  heart,  or  makes  it  whole, 
He  calms  the  tempest  of  the  soul; 

p  When  he  shuts  up  in  long  despair, 

Who  can  remove  the  heavy  bar  ? 

ag*  3  *  He  frowns,  and  darkness  veils  the  moon, 
p  The  fainting  sun  grows  dim  at  noon, 

ag       t  The  pillars  of  heaven's  starry  roof 

Tremble  and  start  at  his  reproof. 
"■      4  He  gave  the  vaulted  heav'n  its  form, 
His  voice  can  raise  the  angry  storm, 
He  swells  the  billows  with  his  breath, 
And  whelms  the  sons  of  pride  in  death  I 
5  These  are  a  portion  of  his  ways  ; 
But  who  shall  dare  describe  his  face  % 
Who  can  endure  his  light,  or  stand 
Beneath  the  thunders  of  his  hand  ? 

*1   O  L.  'Si.— Luther's  Hymn. 

J-  O  »  The  divine  government. 

m<B  1  JEHOVAH  reigns,  his  throne  is  high, 
His  robes  are  light  and  majesty; 
His  glory  shines  with  beams  so  bright, 
No  mortal  can  sustain  the  sight. 

2  His  terrors  keep  the  world  in  awe, 
His  justice  guards  his  holy  law, 
di        His  love  reveals  a  smiling  face, 

His  truth  and  promise  seal  the  grace. 

cr    3  Through  all  his  works  what  wisdom  shines  \ 
He  baffles  Satan's  deep  designs ; 
His  power  is  sovereign  to  fulfil, 
The  noblest  counsels  of  his  will. 

4  Thus  glorious,  will  he  condescend 
d         To  be  my  Father  and  my  Friend  ? 
cr        Then  let  my  songs  with  angels  join. 
Heaven  is  secure,  if  God  is  mine. 

*  Job  xxv.  5.  t  Job  xxvi.  11.  <&c. 


19. 


GOD  AND  HIS  ATTRIBUTES.  rSO 

II.  M.—  WeymotUh.    Iladdan. 
The  divine  government 

m(B  1  THE  Lord  Jehovah  reigns, 
His  throne  is  built  on  high, 
The  garments  he  assumes 
Are  light  and  majesty: 

His  glories  shine  with  beams  so  bright. 
No  mortal  eye  can  bear  the  sight. 

ag    2  The  thunders  of  his  hand 

Keep  the  wide  world  in  awe, 
His  wrath  and  justice  stand 
To  guard  his  holy  law. 
di  And  where  his  love  resolves  to  bless, 

His  truth  confirms  and  seals  the  grace. 

cr     3  Through  all  his  ancient  works, 
Surprising  wisdom  shines, 
Confounds  the  pow'rs  of  hell, 
And  breaks  their  dark  designs  : 
Strong  is  his  arm,  and  shall  fulfil 
/  His  great  decrees,  his  sovereign  will. 

p      4  And  can  this  mighty  King 
Of  glory,  condescend? 
And  will  he  write  his  name, 
d  My  Father  and  my  Friend  ? 

cr  I  love  his  name,  I  love  his  word, 

f  Join  all  my  pow'rs  to  praise  the  Lord. 


20 


L.  M. — Luton. 
Joy  in  GocTs  government. 

1  THE  righteous  Lord,  supremely  great, 
Maintains  his  universal  state  ; 

O'er  all  the  earth  his  pow'r  extends  ; 
All  heav'n  before  his  footstool  bends. 

2  Yet  justice  firm,  with  pow'r  presides. 
And  mercy  mild  his  empire  guides  j 
Mercy  and  truth  are  his  delight, 
And  saints  are  lovely  in  his  sight. 

3  No  more,  ye  wise,  your  wisdom  boast 
No  more,  ye  strong,  your  valor  trust : 
Nor  let  the  rich  enjoy  his  store, 
Elate  with  heaps  of  shining  ore. 


260  HYMNS. 

cr    4  Glory,  my  soul,  in  this  alone, 

That  God,  thy  God,  to  thee  is  known, 
That  thou  hast  own'd  his  sovereign  sway, 
That  thou  hast  felt  his  cheering  ray. 

di    5  All  else  that  I  my  treasure  call, 
May  in  one  fatal  moment  fall ; 

cr        But  what  his  happiness  can  move, 

Whom  God,  the  blest,  will  deign  to  love  ? 

Doddridge. 
£)~\  L.  M. — Rothwell.     Luthe?'s  Hymn. 

&  -L  •  God  exalted  above  all  praise. 

mce  1  ETERNAL  Pow'r,  whose  high  abode 
Becomes  the  grandeur  of  a  God : 
In  vain  the  loftiest  angel  tries 
To  reach  thy  height  with  wond'ring  eyes. 

2  Thy  dazz'ling  glories  while  he  sings, 
p         He  hides  his  face  beneath  his  wings ; 
cr        Seraphs  that  most  with  ardor  glow, 
di        Still  at  an  humble  distance  bow. 

cr    3  Earth  from  afar  has  heard  thy  fame, 

And  worms  have  learn'd  to  lisp  thy  name  $ 

f        But  oh,  the  glories  of  thy  mind, 

Leave  all  our  soaring  thoughts  behind. 

4  God  is  in  heav'n  and  man  below  ; 
di        Soft  be  our  strains,  our  words  be  few ; 
A  sacred  rev'rence  checks  our  songs, 
pp        And  praise  sits  trembling  on  our  tongues. 


22. 


C.  M. — Dunchurch. 
God  all  in  all.    Psalm  lxxiii.  23. 


d      1  MY  God,  my  portion,  and  my  love, 
My  everlasting  all ; 
I've  none  but  thee  in  heav'n  above, 
Or  on  this  earthly  ball. 

f    2  What  though  the  bright,  the  burning  sun, 

Pours  forth  his  floods  of  light: 
di        'Tis  thy  sweet  beams  create  my  noon; 
— p         If  thou  withdraw,  'tis  night. 

cr    3  To  thee  we  owe  our  wealth  and  friends, 
Our  health  and  safe  abode  ; 
Thanks  to  thy  name  for  meaner  things: 
But  they  are  not  my  God. 


GOD  AND  HIS  ATTRIBUTES.  2tii 

' '      4  How  vain  a  toy  is  glitt'ring  wealth, 
If  once  compar'd  with  thee! 
Or  what's  my  safety,  or  my  health, 
Or  all  my  friends,  to  me  ? 

5  Were  I  possessor  of  the  earth, 
And  call'd  the  stars  my  own  ; 
Without  thy  graces  and  thyself, 
I  were  a  wretch  undone. 

/     6  Let  others  stretch  their  arms  like  seas, 

And  grasp  in  all  the  shore ; 
di        Grant  me  the  visits  of  thy  grace, 

And  I  desire  no  more. 


23. 


S.  M.— Watchman. 
God  all  in  all.    Psalm  Ixxiii.  25. 


d      1  MY  God,  my  life,  my  love, 
To  thee,  to  thee  I  call; 
I  cannot  live  if  thou  remove, 
For  thou  art  all  in  all. 

2  Thy  shining  grace  can  cheer 

This  wilderness  below; 
'Tis  paradise,  when  thou  art  here, 
If  thou  depart,  'tis  wo. 

3  To  thee,  and  thee  alone, 

The  angels  owe  their  bliss  ; 
They  sit  around  thy  gracious  throne. 
And  dwell  where  Jesus  is. 

'  T     4  Not  all  the  harps  above 

Can  make  a  heav'nly  place ; 
If  God  his  presence  but  remove 
Or  hide  his  smiling  face. 

5  Not  earth  nor  all  the  sky 
Can  one  delight  afford  ; 
Nor  give  one  thrill  of  real  joy, 
Without  thy  presence,  Lord. 

er    6  Thou  art  the  sea  of  love 

Where  all  my  pleasures  roll ; 
The  circle  where  my  passions  move, 
The  centre  of  my  soul. 


262  HYMNS. 


C.  M.— St.  Ann's.    Moravian. 
God  glorious  in  the  salvation  of  sinners. 


24. 

m(B  1  FATHER,  how  wide  thy  glory  shines, 
How  high  thy  wonders  rise  ! 
Known  through  the  earth  by  thousand  signs, 
By  thousands  through  the  skies  ! 

1 2  Those  mighty  orbs  proclaim  thy  power, 
Their  motions  speak  thy  skill ; 
And  on  the  wings  of  every  hour 
We  read  thy  patience  still] 

3  But  when  we  view  thy  strange  design, 
To  save  rebellious  worms  ; 
Where  vengeance  and  compassion  join, 
In  their  divinest  forms : 

cr     4  Here  the  whole  Deity  is  known, 
Nor  dares  a  creature  guess, 
Which  of  the  glories  brightest  shone, 
The  justice  or  the  grace. 

f     5  Now  the  full  glories  of  the  Lamb 
Adorn  the  heav'nly  plains  ; 
Bright  seraphs  learn  Immanuel's  name, 
And  try  their  choicest  strains. 

6  O  may  I  bear  some  humble  part 
In  that  immortal  song  : 
Wonder  and  joy  shall  tune  my  heart, 
And  love  command  my  tongue  ! 

£)C  CM— St.  Ann's. 

&s*J  •  God's  holy  sovereignty. 

1  HOW  should  the  sons  of  Adam's  race 

Be  pure  before  their  God  ? 
ag       If  he  contend  in  righteousness, 
We  fall  beneath  his  rod. 

2  Strong  is  his  arm,  his  heart  is  wise  ; 

What  vain  presumers  dare 
Against  their  Maker's  hand  to  rise, 
Or  tempt  th'  unequal  war. 

mce  3  Mountains  are  melted  by  his  wrath, 
Or  from  their  bases  torn  ; 
His  vengeance  shakes  the  solid  earth, 
While  all  her  pillars  mourn. 


CHRIST.  .  .  .  HIS  NATIVITY.  203 

cr    4  He  bids  the  sun  forbear  to  rise, 

di  Th' obedient  sun  forbears: 

cr  His  hand  with  sackcloth  spreads  the  skies, 

— pp  And  seals  up  all  the  stars. 

/     5  He  walks  upon  the  raging  sea, 
Flies  on  the  stormy  wind ; 
There's  none  can  trace  his  wondrous  way, 
Or  his  dark  footsteps  find. 


26. 


CHRIST.* 


and  7's.— Dismission.     Parting  Soul. 
Song  of  angels. 


d      1  HARK,  what  mean  those  holy  voices, 
Sweetly  sounding  through  the  sky  ? 
cr        Lo  !  th'  angelic  host  rejoices, 
/  "  Glory  be  to  God  most  high  ! 

p      2  "  Peace  on  earth,  good  will  from  heaven," 
Harps  and  voices  loud  resound  : 
"  Souls  redeem'd  and  sins  forgiven, 
Far  as  guilty  man  is  found." 

/T  T  3  Christ  is  born  !  ye  saints  adore  him, 
Fear  his  name  and  taste  his  joy 
Till  in  heav'n  ye  sing  before  him, 
ff  "  Glory  be  to  God  most  high." 


Cawood. 


7's. — Nuremburg.     Song  of  Jubilee. 
Song  of  Christ's  nativity. 


27. 

T I      1  HARK  !  the  herald  angels  sing, 
cr         "  Glory  to  the  new-born  King ! 
di        Peace  on  earth  and  mercy  mild, 
God  and  sinners  reconcil'd." 

f    2  Joyful  all  ye  nations  rise, 

Join  the  triumphs  of  the  skies, 
With  th'  angelic  hosts  proclaim, 
"  Christ  is  born  in  Bethlehem." 


*  See  Doctrinal,  the  Lord's  Boppbb,  Experimental.   Ac,   ate? 
Psalms  8, 16,  vfl— 22, 24, 10,  45,  47,  60,  68,  85,  0*3,  07,  99,  109,  110. 


QTA  HYMNS. 

[3  Mild  he  lays  his  glories  by ; 
Born  that  man  no  more  may  die, 
Born  to  raise  the  sons  of  earth, 
Born  to  give  them  second  birth.] 

di    4  Veil'd  in  flesh,  the  Godhead  see, 
Hail  th'  incarnate  Deity  ! 
Pleas'd,  as  man  with  men  to  dwell, 
Jesus  our  Immanuel ! 

cr    5  Hail  the  heav'n-born  Prince  of  Peace  ! 
Hail  the  Sun  of  Righteousness  ! 
Light  and  life  to  all  he  brings, 
Ris'n  with  healing  in  his  wings  ! 

ff    6  Let  us  loud  the  anthem  sing, 
u  Glory  to  the  new-born  King, 
Peace  on  earth  and  mercy  mild, 
God  and  sinners  reconcil'd." 

j.  a  w. 

QQ  S.  M.— Clapton.    Dover. 

-wOi  The  nativity  of  Christ. 

1  BEHOLD  the  grace  appear, 
The  blessing  promis'd  long; 
Angels  announce  the  Saviour  near, 
And  triumph  in  their  song. 

ma  2  "  Glory  to  God  on  high, 

And  heav'nly  peace  on  earth ; 
Good  will  to  men,  to  angels  joy, 
At  the  Redeemer's  birth." 

di    3  In  worship  so  divine, 

Let  men  employ  their  tongues, 
With  the  celestial  chorus  join, 
And  loud  repeat  their  songs. 

ff    4  "  Glory  to  God  on  high, 

And  heav'nly  peace  on  earth ; 
Good  will  to  men,  to  angels  joy, 
At  our  Redeemer's  birth." 


C.  M.— New  Cambridge.     Barby. 
The  advent  of  Christ. 


29. 

vi  1  HARK,  the  glad  sound!  the  Saviour  comes 
The  Saviour  promis'd  long: 
Let  every  heart  prepare  a  throne, 
And  every  voice  a  song. 


CHRIST.  ...  HIS  INCARNATION.  2t$ 

2  He  comes,  the  pris'ners  to  release, 
In  Satan's  bondage  held  ; 
cr      The  gates  of  brass  before  him  burst, 
The  iron  fetters  yield. 

di  3  He  comes,  from  thickest  films  of  vice 

To  clear  the  mental  ray : 
cr      And  on  the  eyes  oppress'd  with  night, 

To  pour  celestial  day. 

p    4  He  comes,  the  broken  heart  to  bind, 
The  bleeding  soul  to  cure, 
And,  with  the  treasures  of  his  grace, 
T'  enrich  the  humble  poor. 

cr  5  Our  glad  hosannas,  Prince  of  Peace, 

Thy  welcome  shall  proclaim, 
ff     And  heaven's  eternal  arches  ring 

With  thy  beloved  name. 

Doddridge. 


C.  M. — Moravian.     New  Cambridge.    St.  Ann's. 
The  incarnation. 


30. 

/Mi  MORTALS  awake,  with  angels  join, 
And  chant  the  solemn  lay: 
Joy,  love,  and  gratitude  combine 
To  hail  th'  auspicious  day. 

di    2  In  heav'n  the  rapt'rous  song  began  ; 
And  sweet  seraphic  fire, 
Through  all  the  shining  legions  ran, 
And  strung  and  tun'd  the  lyre. 

vi     3  Swift  through  the  vast  expanse  it  flew, 
/  And  loud  the  echo  roll'd  ; 

The  theme,  the  song,  the  joy  was  new, 
'Twas  more  than  heav'n  could  hold. 

cr    4  Down  through  the  portals  of  the  sky, 
The  heav'nly  tidings  ran ; 
And  angels  flew  with  eager  joy, 
— p          To  bear  the  news  to  man. 

cr    5  With  joy  the  chorus  we'll  repeat — 
"  Glory  to  God  on  high  ; 
Good  will  and  peace  to  man  complete, 
— di        Jesus  is  born  to  die." 
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266  HYMNS. 

/W5  Hail,  Prince  of  Life,  for  ever  hail ! 
Redeemer,  Brother,  Friend ! 
Though  earth,  and  time,  and  life  should  fail 
Thy  praise  shall  never  end. 

Medley. 
Q  "1  8's  and  7's. — Dismission. 

O  JL  •  The  incarnation. 

d  1  SHEPHERDS,  hail  the  wondrous  stranger! 
Now  to  Bethl'em  speed  your  way; 
Lo !  in  yonder  humble  manger, 
Christ  the  Lord  is  born  to-day. 

2  Christ,  by  prophets  long  predicted, 

Joy  of  Israel's  chosen  race ; 
Light  to  Gentiles  long  afflicted, 
Lost  in  error's  darkest  maze. 

3  Bright  the  Star  of  your  salvation, 

Pointing  to  his  rude  abode  ! 
Rapt'rous  news  for  every  nation- 
Mortals  now  behold  your  God  ! 

4  Glad,  we  trace  th'  amazing  story, 

Angels  leave  their  bliss  to  tell ; 
cr    Theme  sublime,  replete  with  glory, 

Sinners  sav'd  from  death  and  hell. 

/5  Love  eternal  mov'd  the  Saviour, 
Thus  to  lay  his  radiance  by ; 
Blessings  on  the  Lamb  for  ever, 
Glory  be  to  God  on  high. 


32. 


C.  M.— St.  Ann's.     Colchester. 
The  incai-nation.    John  i.  14. 


mce  1  AWAKE,  awake  the  sacred  song 
To  our  incarnate  Lord : 
Let  every  heart,  and  every  tongue, 
Adore  th'  Eternal  Word  ! 

2  That  awful  Word,  that  sovereign  Fow'r, 
By  whom  the  worlds  were  made  j 
Himself  in  that  illustrious  hour, 
di  In  human  flesh  array'd. 

cr    3  Then  shone  Almighty  pow'r  and  love, 

In  all  their  glorious  forms  ; 
— cr    When  Jesus  left  his  throne  above, 
— p  To  dwell  with  sinful  worms. 


CHRIST HIS  INCARNATION.  267 

4  To  dwell  with  misery  here  below, 
The  Saviour  left  the  skies  : 
pp        And  sunk  to  wretchedness  and  wo, 
That  worthless  man  might  rise. 

cr    5  Adoring  angels  tun'd  their  songs, 

To  hail  the  joyful  day  j 
vi.f     With  rapture  then,  let  human  tongues, 

Their  grateful  homage  pay. 

Steele. 
Q  Q  '  and  UKs  — Bail  to  the  Brightness. 

O  O  »  The  star  of  the  east. 

1  BRIGHTNESS  of  glory,  thou  God  of  the 

morning, 
Dawn  on  our  darkness,  and  lend  us  thine 
aid ; 
Shine  like  the  star  the  horizon  adorning, 
Guide  where  the  infant  Redeemer  is  laid. 

p      2  Cold  on  his  cradle  the  dew  drops  are  shining, 
Low  lies  his  head  with  the  beasts  of  the 
stall ; 
Sages  adore  him  in  slumbers  reclining, 
cr  Maker  and  Monarch,  and  Saviour  of  all. 

di    3  Say,  shall  they  yield  him  in  costly  devotion. 
Odors  of  Edom  and  offerings  divine? 
(Jems  from  the  mountain,  or  pearls  from  the 

ocean, 
Myrrh  from  the  forest,  or  gold  from  the  mine? 

4  Vainly  they  offer  each  ample  oblation, 
Vainly  with  gifts  would  his  favor  secure ; 
/        Richer,  by  far,  is  the  heart's  adoration; 
— di        Dearer  to  God  are  the  prayers  of  the  poor. 

Heber. 
Q  A  L.  M.— Sterling.     Park-street. 

OrrU  The  incarnation,  titles,  and  reign  of  Christ.    Isa.  ix.  2,  6 — 7. 

vi     1  THE  lands  that  long  in  darkness  lay, 
Now  have  beheld  a  glorious  light* 
Nations  that  sat  in  death's  cold  shade, 
Are  blest  with  beams  divinely  bright. 

2  The  great  Messiah  now  is  born  : 

Behold  th'  expected  child  appear ! 
What  shall  his  names  or  titles  be  ? 
f  1  ?        The  "  Wonderful,"  the  c:  Counsellor." 


968  HYMNS. 

3  The  Son  of  David  and  his  Lord, 

Shall  be  the  Saviour  of  our  race: 

He  shall  be  called  "  the  Mighty  God," 

di  "  Th'  Eternal  Father,  Prince  of  Peace  !'* 

4  The  government  of  earth  and  seas 

Upon  his  shoulders  shall  be  laid; 
His  wide  dominion  shall  increase, 
And  worship  to  his  name  be  paid. 

d      5  Jesus  the  holy  child  shall  sit, 

High  on  his  father  David's  throne : 
ag  Shall  crush  his  foes  beneath  his  feet, 
f  And  reign  to  ages  yet  unknown. 


35 


L.  M. — Sterling.     Park-street. 
•  Christ's  deity  and  humanity.  Coll.  i.  16.  Eph.  iii.  9, 10.  Jn.  i.  &c. 

1  ERE  the  blue  heav'n's  were  stretch'd  abroad, 
From  everlasting  was  the  Word ; 
With  God  he  was  ;  the  Word  was  God, 
And  must  divinely  be  ador'd. 

vi2  By  his  own  pow'r  were  all  things  made; 
By  him  supported  all  things  stand ; 
He  is  the  whole  creation's  head, 
And  angels  fly  at  his  command. 

H  3  Ere  sin  appear'd,  or  Satan  fell, 

He  led  the  host  of  morning  stars : 
His  generation  who  can  tell? 

Or  count  the  number  of  his  years. 

p  4  But  lo,  he  leaves  those  heav'nly  forms, 

The  Word  descends  and  dwells  in  clay ; 
That  he  may  converse  hold  with  worms, 
Drest  in  such  feeble  flesh  as  they. 

orb  The  saints  with  joy  behold  his  face, 
Th'  Eternal  Father's  only  Son  : 

d      How  full  of  truth  !  how  full  of  grace  ! 

While  veil'd  in  flesh,  the  Godhead  shone ! 

6  Angels  would  leave  their  high  abode, 
To  learn  new  myst'ries  here,  and  tell 
The  love  of  our  descending  God, 
The  glories  of  Immanuel. 


CHRIST.  ...  ins  DIVINITY.  290 

Q£»  L.  M.— Luther3 a  TTi/vin. 

OU»  Christ's  divinity. 

»  1     1  BEHOLD  !  the  blind  their  sight  receive! 
Behold,  the  dead  awake  and  live  ! 
The  dumb  speak  wonders,  and  the  lame 
Leap  like  the  hart,  and  bless  his  name. 

2  Thus  doth  th'  eternal  Spirit  own 
And  seal  the  mission  of  the  Son  : 
The  Father  vindicates  his  cause, 
While  he  hangs  bleeding  on  the  cross. 

ra.p  3  He  dies!  the  heav'ns  in  mourning  stood: 

cr        He  rises,  and  appears  a  God ! 

Behold  the  Lord  ascending  high, 
No  more  to  bleed,  no  more  to  die. 

vi     4  Hence,  and  for  ever  from  my  heart, 
I  bid  my  doubts  and  fears  depart ; 
And  to  those  hands  my  soul  resign, 
Which  bear  credentials  so  divine. 


L.  M. — Luther 's Hymn.     Winchester. 
The  Son  of  God  equal  with  the  Father. 


37. 

mat  1  BRIGHT  King  of  glory,  mighty  God ! 
Our  spirits  bow  before  thy  feet : 
To  thee  we  lift  an  humble  thought, 
And  worship  at  thine  awful  seat. 

2  A  thousand  seraphs,  strong  and  bright. 
Stand  round  the  glorious  Deity ; 
But  who,  among  the  sons  of  light, 
Pretends  comparison  with  thee  ! 

pH3  Yet,  there  is  one,  of  human  frame, 
Jesus,  array'd  in  flesh  and  blood, 
Thinks  it  no  robbery  to  claim 
A  full  equality  with  God. 

cr    4  Their  glory  shines  with  equal  beams, 
Their  essence  is  for  ever  one : 
Distinct  in  persons,  and  in  names, 
The  Father  God,  and  God  the  Son. 

/     5  Then  let  the  name  of  Christ  our  King, 
With  equal  honors  be  ador'd  : 
His  praise  let  every  angel  sing, 
Let  all  the  nations  own  him  Lord. 
23* 


270  HYMNS. 

QQ  L.  M.—Stonefield.    RothwtU. 

00»  Christ  the  supreme  God  and  King. 

vi.fl  AROUND  the  Saviour's  lofty  throne, 

Ten  thousand  times  ten  thousand  sing; 
They  worship  him  as  God  alone, 
And  crown  him  everlasting  King. 

2  Approach,  ye  saints,  this  God  is  yours: 

'Tis  Jesus  fills  the  throne  above  ; 

Ye  cannot  want  while  God  endures  ; 

Ye  cannot  fail  while  God  is  love. 

3  Jesus,  thou  everlasting  King, 

To  thee  the  praise  of  heav'n  belongs; 
d  Yet,  smile  on  us,  who  fain  would  bring 

The  tribute  of  our  humble  songs. 

p      4  Though  sin  defile  our  worship  here, 

We  hope  ere  long  thy  face  to  view: 
cr        And  when  in  heaven  we  appear, 
f  We'll  praise  thy  name  as  angels  do. 

Kelly. 

8's  and  7's.     Double.— Christmas  Hymn. 
Praise  to  God  the  Saviour. 

vi     1  MIGHTY  God,  while  angels  bless  thee, 

May  a  mortal  lisp  thy  name  ? 
Lord  of  men  as  well  as  angejs, 

Thou  art  every  creature's  theme  ; 
Lord  of  every  land  and  nation! 

Ancient  of  eternal  days ! 
Sounded  through  the  wide  creation, 

Be  thy  just  exalted  praise. 

2  For  the  grandeur  of  thy  nature, 

Grand  beyond  a  seraph's  thought; 
For  the  wonders  of  creation, 

Works  with  skill  and  kindness  wrought ; 
For  thy  Providence  that  governs, 

Through  thine  empire's  wide  domain, 
Wings  an  angel,  guides  a  sparrow ; 

Blessed  be  thy  gentle  reign. 

3  For  thy  rich,  thy  free  redemption, 

Bright  though  veil'd  in  darkness  long; — 
p  Thought  is  poor,  and  poor  expression, 

Who  can  sing;  that  wondrous  song! 


39. 


CHRIST  OUR  WISDOM,  &c.  271 

cr        Brightness  of  the  Father's  glory, 
Shall  thy  praise  unutter'd  lie  ? 
Break,  my  tongue,  such  guilty  silence, 
Sing  the  Lord  who  came  to  die. 

4  From  the  highest  throne  of  glory, 
To  the  cross  of  deepest  wo, 
Came  to  ransom  guilty  captives  ! — 
Flow,  my  praise,  for  ever  flow : 
ff       Re-ascend,  immortal  Saviour, 

Leave  thy  footstool,  take  thy  throne, 
Thence  return  and  reign  for  ever ; 
Be  the  kingdom  all  thy  own  ! 

Robinson. 
A  (\  Ts.—Nuremburgh. 

jA/«  Sun  of  righteousness. 

vi     1  CHRIST,  whose  glory  fills  the  skies, 
Christ,  the  true,  the  only  light, 
Sun  of  Righteousness,  arise, 

Triumph  o'er  the  shades  of  night. 
Day-spring  from  on  high  be  near, 
Day-star  in  my  heart  appear. 
p      2  Dark  and  cheerless  is  the  morn. 
Unaccompanied  by  thee; 
Joyless  is  the  day's  return, 

Till  thy  mercy's  beams  I  see ; 
Till  they  inward  light  impart, 
Peace  and  gladness  to  my  heart. 
vi     3  Visit  then,  this  soul  of  mine, 

Pierce  the  gloom  of  sin  and  grief; 
Fill  me,  Radiancy  divine  ! 
Scatter  all  my  unbelief: 
More  and  more  thyself  display, 
J         Shining  to  the  perfect  day. 

Wesley. 
A~t  L.  ^l.—Uxbridge. 

4»X  •  Christ  our  wisdom,  righteousness,  strength,  &c.    1  Cor.  i.30t 

p      1  BURIED  in  shadows  of  the  night, 
— cr    We  lie  till  Christ  restores  the  light ; 

Wisdom  descends  to  heal  the  blind, 

And  chase  the  darkness  of  the  mind. 
di    2  Our  guilty  souls  are  drown'd  in  tears, 

Till  his  atoning  blood  appears : 
cr        Then  we  awake  from  deep  distress, 

And  sin";  ';  the  Lord  our  righteousness.' 


272  HYMNS. 

'  t     3  Jesus  beholds  where  Satan  reigns, 
Binding  his  slaves  in  heavy  chains  ; 
He  sets  the  pris'ner  free,  and  breaks 
The  iron  bondage  from  their  necks. 

p      4  Poor  helpless  worms  in  thee  possess 

cr        Grace,  wisdom,  power,  and  righteousness: 

/         Thou  art  our  All  in  All,  and  we 

Give  our  whole  selves,  O  Lord,  to  Thee 

A  Q\  S.  M.— St.  Giles. 

TP'*'!  Same  subject. 

aff  1  HOW  heavy  is  the  night 

That  hangs  upon  our  eyes, 
Till  Christ  with  his  reviving  light, 
Over  our  souls  arise  ! 

2  Our  guilty  spirits  dread 

To  meet  the  wrath  of  heav'n, 
Till  by  his  righteousness  array'd 
We  see  our  sins  forgiv'n. 

1 '     3  Unholy  and  impure 

Are  all  our  thoughts  and  ways ; 
His  hands  infected  nature  cure, 
With  sanctifying  grace. 

cr    4  The  pow'rs  of  hell  agree 

To  hold  our  souls,  in  vain : 
He  sets  the  sons  of  bondage  free, 
And  breaks  th'  accursed  chain. 

5  Lord,  we  adore  thy  ways, 
To  bring  us  near  to  God: 
Thy  sovereign  power,  thy  healing  grace, 
And  thy  atoning  blood. 

A  Q  L-  M—  Munich,    ex. 

tHO*  Agony  in  the  garden. 

aff  1  'TIS  midnight !  and  on  Olive's  brow, 
The  star  is  dimm'd  that  lately  shone 
'Tis  midnight !  In  the  garden  now, 
The  suff'ring  Saviour  prays  alone. 

2  'Tis  midnight !  And  from  all  remov'd, 
Immanuel  wrestles  lone,  with  fears: 
E'en  the  disciple  whom  he  loves, 
Heeds  not  his  Master's  ffrief  and  tears 


CHRIST.  .  .  .  HIS  CRUCIFIXION.  273 

3  'Tis  midnight !  And  for  others'  guilt, 

The  man  of  sorrows  weeps  in  blood: 
Yet  he,  that  hath  in  anguish  knelt, 
Is  not  forgotten  by  his  God. 

4  'Tis  midnight !  From  the  heav'nly  plains, 
d  Is  borne  the  song  that  angels  know : 

cr        Unheard  by  mortals  are  the  strains 

— p          That  sweetly  soothe  the  Saviour's  wo  ! 

Tappan. 
A   A  S.  M.— Clapton,     ex. 

^%^»  Christ  our  sacrifice. 

»  »     1  NOT  all  the  blood  of  beasts, 
On  Jewish  altars  slain, 
Could  give  the  guilty  conscience  peace, 
Or  wash  away  the  stain. 

2  But  Christ  the  heav'nly  Lamb, 
Takes  all  our  sins  away  ; 
A  sacrifice  of  nobler  name, 
And  richer  blood  than  they. 

d     3  My  faith  would  lay  her  hand 
On  that  dear  head  of  thine, 
While  like  a  penitent  I  stand, 
And  there  confess  my  sin. 

off  4  My  soul  looks  back  to  see 

The  burdens  thou  didst  bear, 
ag       When  hanging  on  th'  accursed  tree  ; 
— p  And  hopes  her  guilt  was  there. 

f    5  Believing,  we  rejoice 

To  see  the  curse  remove ; 
We  bless  the  Lamb  with  cheerful  voice, 
And  sing  his  bleeding  love. 

A  p?  C  M.— Dundee,     ex. 

Q*J  •  •  Christ  dying  on  the  cross. 

aff  J  BEHOLD  the  Saviour  of  mankind, 
Nail'd  to  the  shameful  tree ! 
How  vast  the  love  that  him  inclin'd 
To  bleed,  and  die  for  me  ! 

ex   2  Hark !  how  he  groans,  how  nature  shakes, 
ag  And  earth's  strong  pillars  bend  ! 

The  temple's  veil  asunder  breaks, 
ff  The  solid  marbles  rend  ! 


2T4  HYMN?. 

di^3  'Tis  done:  the  precious  ransom's  paid; 
"  Receive  my  soul,"  he  cries  ; 
See  where  he  bows  his  sacred  head  ! 
— p          He  bows  his  head  and  dies. 

/' '  4  But  soon  he'll  break  death's  envious  chain 

And  in  full  glory  shine : 
ex       O  Lamb  of  God  !  was  ever  pain, 

Was  ever  love  like  thine  ? 

Pratt's  Coll 


46. 


L.  M. —  Vernon.     Dresden. 
A  dying  Saviour. 


off  I  STRETCH'D  on  the  cross,  the  Saviour  dies, 
Hark !  his  expiring  groans  arise  ! 
See  from  his  hands,  his  feet,  his  side, 
Fast  flows  the  sacred  crimson  tide ! 

2  But  life  attends  the  deathful  sound, 
And  pours  from  every  bleeding  wound  : 
The  vital  stream,  how  free  it  flows, 
To  save  and  cleanse  his  rebel  foes ! 
[3  And  didst  thou  thus  for  sinners  bleed  ? 
And  could  the  sun  behold  the  deed? 
No :  he  withdrew  his  sick'ning  ray, 
And  darkness  veil'd  the  mourning  day.] 

4  Oh  !  can  I  view  this  scene  of  wo, 
Where  mingling  grief  and  wonder  flow, 
And  yet  my  heart,  unmov'd,  remain 
Insensible  to  love  or  pain  ! 

5  Come,  dearest  Lord,  thy  Grace  impart 
Thy  power  to  warm  this  languid  heart  j 
Till  all  its  thoughts  and  passions  move, 
In  melting  grief  and  ardent  love. 

Steele. 
ytry  C.  M.—  Windsor.     Burford. 

^»  ■  •      Sufferings  of  Christ.    Ps.  xxii.  1.  Matt,  xxvii.  46. 

aff     1  "  MY  God,  my  God,  why  now  forsake 

Thy  well-beloved  Son !» 
'Twas  thus  in  agony  he  spake  : 
Creation  felt  the  groan ! 

2  With  a  loud  voice,  again  he  cried, 
—pp  And  yielded  up  his  breath ; 

The  earth,  the  rending  rocks  replied, 
The  saints  awoke  from  death. 


CHRIST.  .  .  .  HIS  CRUCIFIXION.  275 

f<~^   3  O  wondrous  grief!  O  grace  divine  ! 
Love  that  shall  never  end  ! 
Our  souls  and  bodies  we  resign. 
To  thee,  the  sinner's  Friend.  ' 

m.  s. 


L.  M.— Munich,     ex. 
Christ  expiring  upon  the  cross. 


48. 

off  1  "'TIS  fmish'd  !"  so  the  Saviour  cried, 
And  meekly  bow'd  his  head  and  died ; 
'Tis  finish'd  ;  yes,  the  race  is  run, 
The  battle  fought,  the  vict'ry  won. 

2  'Tis  finish'd!  This  his  dying  groan, 
Shall  sins  of  deepest  hue  atone: 
Millions  shall  be  redeem'd  from  death, 
By  Jesus'  last  expiring  breath. 

cr    3  'Tis  finish'd !  Heav'n  is  reconcil'd, 

And  all  the  pow'rs  of  darkness  spoil'd  ; 

d  Peace,  love,  and  happiness,  again 
Return,  and  dwell  with  sinful  men. 

vi     4  'Tis  finish'd  !  Let  the  thrilling  sound, 

Be  heard  through  all  the  nations  round  : 

J  'Tis  finish'd!  Let  the  triumph  rise, 
And  swell  the  chorus  of  the  skies. 

Stennet 


8's,  7's,  and  Vs.— Georgetown.     Suffolk. 
"  It  is  finished." 


49, 

off  l  HARK,  the  voice  of  love  and  mercy, 
Sounds  aloud  from  Calvary ! 
See,  it  rends  the  rocks  asunder, 

Shakes  the  earth,  and  veils  the  sky ! 

"It  is  finish'd," 
'Tis  the  dying  Saviour's  cry! 

2  "  It  is  finish'd  !"    What  emotions 
Do  these  precious  words  afford  ! 
Heav'nly  blessings  without  measure, 
Flow  to  us  from  Christ  the  Lord  : 

"  It  is  finish'd," 
Saints  the  dying  love  record. 


276  HYMNS. 

cr    3  Tune  your  harps  anew,  ye  seraphs, 
Join  to  sing  the  pleasing  theme ; 
All  on  earth,  and  all  in  heaven, 
Join  to  praise  Immanuel's  name  : 

"  It  is  finish'd  !" 
Glory  to  the  bleeding  Lamb  ! 

F. 


50. 


8's  and  7's. — Aberdeen.    Happy  Soul. 
Christ  crucified  and  glorified. 


d      1  HAIL  !  thou  once  despised  Jesus, 

Hail,  thou  bleeding,  conq'ring  King  I 
Thou  didst  suffer  to  release  us  : 
Thou  didst  free  salvation  bring  ! 

2  Hail,  thou  agonizing  Saviour  ! 

Thou  didst  bear  our  sin  and  shame, 
Through  thy  merit    we  find  favour ; 
Life  is  given  through  thy  name. 

3  Paschal  Lamb  by  God  appointed, 

All  our  sins  on  thee  were  laid ; 
By  Almighty  love  anointed, 

Thou  hast  full  atonement  made. 

di    4  All  thy  people  are  forgiven, 

Through  the  virtue  of  thy  blood ; 

cr        Open'd  is  the  gate  of  heaven, 
Man  is  reconcil'd  to  God. 

/     5  Jesus  hail,  enthron'd  in  glory, 
There  for  ever  to  abide  ! 
All  the  heav'nly  hosts  adore  thee, 
Seated  at  thy  Father's  side  : 

di    6  There  for  sinners  thou  art  pleading, 
Urging  them  thy  bliss  to  share  : 
There  for  us  art  interceding, 
f  Till  in  glory  we  appear. 

Montgomery's  Coll. 


L.  M.—  Vernon.    Dresden,    ex. 
Christ  dying,  rising,  and  reigning. 


51. 

off  1  HE  dies  !  the  friend  of  sinners  dies, 

Lo  !  Salem's  daughters  weep  around  ! 
A  solemn  darkness  veils  the  skies, 
ag  A  sudden  trembling  shakes  the  ground, 


CHRIST HI6  MEDIATION.  277 

p      2  Ye  saints,  the  mighty  sorrows  view, 

Of  him  who  groan'd  beneath  your  load  : 
He  felt  the  pangs  of  death  for  you ; 
For  you  he  shed  his  precious  blood  ! 

3  Here's  love  and  grief  beyond  degree  ; 

The  Lord  of  glory  dies  for  men: 
vi         But  lo  !  what  sudden  joys  we  see  ; 

Jesus  the  dead  revives  again  ! 
cr    4  The  rising  God  forsakes  his  tomb, 

Up  to  his  Father's  court  he  flies : 
/        Cherubic  legions  guard  him  home, 

And  shout  him  welcome  to  the  skies. 

vi     5  Oh  !  dry  your  tears,  ye  saints,  and  tell 
How  high  your  great  deliv'rer  reigns ! 

/         Sing,  how  he  spoil'd  the  hosts  of  hell, 
And  led  the  tyrant  death  in  chains. 

mce  C  Say,  "  Live  for  ever,  wondrous  King ! 
Born  to  redeem  and  strong  to  save  , 
Then  ask  the   monster   where's  thy    sting: 
And  where's  thy  vict'ry,  boasting  grave  1 

£TQ  C.  M.— Retirement.     Chester. 

*Js&  •  Christ's  mediation.    John  iii.  16,  17. 

d      1  COME,  happy  souls,  approach  your  God, 
"With  new  melodious  songs  ; 
Come,  render  to  Almighty  grace 
The  tribute  of  your  tongues. 
2  So  strange,  so  boundless  was  his  love, 
To  guilty,  dying  men, 
The  Father  sent  his  equal  Son, 
To  give  them  life  again. 
di    3  Thy  hands,  O  Jesus,  were  not  arm'd 
With  an  avenging  rod, 
Some  dread  commission  to  perform. 
From  an  offended  God  : 

4  But  all  was  mercy  pure  and  mild, 

And  wrath  forsook  the  throne, 
When  Christ  on  the  kind  errand  came 
And  brought  salvation  down. 
cr    5  Ye  sinners,  come  and  heal  your  wounds, 
And  let  your  tears  be  dry  ; 
Trust  in  the  mighty  Saviour's  name, 
And  you  shall  never  die. 
24 


273  HYMNS. 

d      6  Now,  dearest  Lord,  our  willing  souls 
Accept  thine  offer'd  grace  ; 
We  bless  the  great  Redeemer's  love3 
And  give  the  Father  praise. 


S.  M. — Clapton,    ex.     Oakland,    ex. 
Christ's  mediation.    John  iii.  16,  17. 


53. 

/  M     l  RAISE  your  triumphant  songs 
To  an  immortal  tune  ; 
Let  the  wide  earth  resound  the  deeds 
Celestial  grace  hath  done. 

2  Sing,  how  eternal  love 
Its  chief  beloved  chose, 
And  bade  him  raise  our  wretched  race 
From  their  abyss  of  woes. 

di        3  His  hand  no  thunder  bears, 
No  terror  clothes  his  brow, 
No  bolts  to  drive  our  guilty  souls 
p.  ag  To  fiercer  flames  below. 

p.  aff  4  'Twas  mercy  fill'd  the  throne, 
And  wrath  stood  silent  by, 
When  Christ  was  sent  with  pardons  down 
To  rebels  doom'd  to  die. 

cr        5  Now,  sinners,  dry  your  tears, 
Let  hopeless  sorrow  cease ; 
Bow  to  the  sceptre  of  his  love 
And  take  the  offer'd  peace. 

d         6  Lord,  we  obey  the  call ; 

We  lay  an  humble  claim 
To  the  salvation  thou  hast  brought, 
And  love  and  praise  thy  name. 

p?  A  L.  M. — Darwen.     Vernon. 

«J4fc»       Redemption  by  Christ  alone.    1  Peter  i.  18,  19. 

aff  1  ENSLAV'D  by  sin,  fast  bound  in  chains, 
Beneath  its  dreadful  tyrant  sway, 
And  doom'd  to  everlasting  pains, 
We  wretched  guilty  captives  lay. 

2  Nor  gold  nor  gems  could  buy  our  peace, 
Nor  the  whole  world's  collected  store 
Suffice  to  purchase  our  release ; 
A  thousand  worlds  were  all  too  poor. 


CHRIST THE  REDEMPTION.  27'J 

3  Jesus,  the  Lord,  the  mighty  God, 
An  all-sufficient  ransom  paid: 
Invalu'd  price !  his  precious  blood 
For  vile,  rebellious  traitors  shed. 

m     4  Jesus  the  sacrifice  became, 

To  rescue  guilty  souls  from  hell ; 
The  spotless,  bleeding,  dying  Lamb 
Beneath  avenging  justice  fell ! 

mce  5  Amazing  goodness  !  love  divine  ! 
O  may  our  grateful  hearts  adore 
The  matchless  grace,  nor  yield  to  sin, 
Nor  wear  its  cruel  fetters  more ! 

d      6  Dear  Saviour,  let  thy  love  pursue 
The  glorious  work  it  has  begun; 
Each  secret  lurking  foe  subdue, 
And  let  our  hearts  be  thine  alone 

Steer 

/T  pf  L.  M.— Seasons,    ex.    Luton. 

*JtS9  Redemption. 

1  BEGIN,  my  soul,  the  heav'nly  song, 
A  burden  for  an  angel's  tongue  : 
Redeeming  mercy  now  proclaim, 
/        And  sound  aloud  the  Saviour's  name. 

di    2  Jesus,  the  Lord  of  worlds  above, 

Descends  to  earth  his  grace  to  prove, 
Puts  off  the  beams  of  bright  array, 

— p      And  veils  the  God  in  mortal  clay. 

cr    3  He  that  distributes  crowns  and  thrones 
off      Hangs  on  a  tree  and  bleeds  and  groans : 

The  Prince  of  Life  resigns  his  breath, 
— p      The  King  of  Glory  bows  in  death. 

vi    4  But  see  the  wonders  of  his  power, 
cr        He  triumphs  in  his  dying  hour; 

E'en  while  by  Satan's  rage  he  fell, 
He  dash'd  the  rising  hopes  of  hell. 

5  Thus  was  the  pow'r  of  death  subdu'd, 
And  life  was  bought  by  Jesus'  blood : 
f        Then  he  arose;  he  reigns  above, 

Our  hearts  are  conquer'd  by  his  love. 


5G. 


HYMNS. 

L.  M.—  Uxbridge.    Luton, 
The  resurrection  of  Christ 


1  "  COME,  see  the  place  where  Jesus  lay," 
For  He  hath  left  his  silent  bed ; 

What  angel  roll'd  the  stone  away  ? 
What  spirit  brought  him  from  the  dead  ? 

cr    2  By  his  omnipotence  he  rose. 

By  his  own  Spirit  liv'd  again ; 
ag  To  crush  for  ever  all  his  foes, 
f        To  raise  for  ever  ruined  men. 

di    3  Those  who  his  image  here  partake, 

Though  long  in  dust  their  flesh  consume, 

—  /     Shall  sleep  in  Jesus,  and  awake, 
To  life  eternal  from  the  tomb. 

Montgomery 

/Try  S.  ML— Clapton.     Oakland. 

fJ  I  •  Christ's  resurrection-    Luke  xxiv.  3-L 

vi  I » 1  "  THE  Lord  is  ris'n  indeed !" 
Then  is  his  work  perform'd : 
The  captive  Surety  now  is  freed ; 
And  death  our  foe  disarm'd. 

2  "  The  Lord  is  ris'n  indeed !" 

He  lives  to  die  no  more  j 
d  He  lives  the  sinner's  cause  to  plead, 

Whose  curse  and  shame  he  bore. 

3  "  The  Lord  is  ris'n  indeed  !" 

1  ?  Then  hell  has  lost  its  prey : 

With  him  are  ris'n  the  ransom'd  seed, 
cr  To  reign  in  endless  day. 

[4  "  The  Lord  is  ris'n  indeed!" 
This  yields  my  soul  a  plea: 
He  bore  the  punishment  decreed. 
And  satisfied  for  me.] 
5  "The  Lord  is  ris'n  indeed!" 
Attending  angels  hear ; 
vi        Up  to  the  courts  of  heav'n  with  speed,. 

The  joyful  tidings  bear. 
/    6  Then  take  your  golden  lyres, 

And  strike  each  tuneful  chord  j 
Join  all  the  bright  celestial  choirs, 
To  sing  the  risen  Lord.* 

*  The  first  lines  of  these  stanzas  may  be  sung  as  a  solo. 


58. 


CHRIST HIS  RESURRECTION.  2*1 

S.  M  —  Watchmtui. 
Christ's  resurrection. 


1  THE  promise  is  fulfill'd, 
Salvation's  work  is  done  ; 
Justice  with  mercy  reconcil'd, 
For  God  hath  rais'd  his  Son. 

di    2  He  quits  the  dark  abode, 

From  all  corruption  free  ; 
The  holy,  harmless  Son  of  God, 
Could  no  defilement  see. 

f     3  Angels  with  saints  above, 
The  risen  Victor  sing ; 
And  all  the  blissful  seats  of  love 
With  loud  hosannas  ring. 

p      4  Ye  pilgrims  here  below, 

cr  Your  cheerful  voices  raise! 

Let  every  heart  with  joy  o'erflow, 
And  every  tongue  with  praise. 

5  My  soul,  thy  Saviour  bless, 

Who  all  thy  sorrows  bore  ; 
He  is  thy  strength  and  righteousness. 
He  lives  to  die  no  more. 

6  His  death  procur'd  thy  peace, 

His  resurrection  thine ; 
Believe,  and  take  thy  full  release, 
Confirm'd  by  blood  divine. 

Atun. 
C.  L.  M.— Tune— How  Calm,  $c 
For  a  Sabbath  morning. 

THE  LORD  IS  RISEN. 

HOW  calm  and  beautiful  the  morn 
That  gilds  the  sacred  tomb, 

Where  once  the  Crucified  was  borne, 
And  veil'd  in  midnight  gloom  ! 

O,  weep  no  more,  the  Saviour  slain ; 

The  Lord  is  ris'n — he  lives  again. 

Ye  mourning  saints,  dry  every  tear 

For  your  departed  Lord, 
u  Behold  the  place — he  is  not  there," 

The  tomb  is  all  unbarr'd  : 
The  gates  of  death  were  clos'd  in  vain  ; 
The  Lord  is  ris'n— he  lives  again. 
24* 


59. 


282  IIYMNS. 

ft     3  Now  cheerful  to  the  house  of  pray'r 
Your  earty  footsteps  bend, 
The  Saviour  will  himself  be  there, 

Your  Advocate  and  Friend: 
Once  by  the  law  your  hopes  were  slain. 
But  now  in  Christ  ye  live  again. 

m     4  How  tranquil  now  the  rising  day  E 

'Tis  Jesus  still  appears, 
A  risen  Lord  to  chase  away 

Your  unbelieving  fears : 
O,  weep  no  more  your  comforts  slain. 
The  Lord  is  ris'n — he  lives  again. 

p      5  And  when  the  shades  of  evening  fall, 
When  life's  last  hour  draws  nigh, 
If  Jesus  shine*  upon  the  soul, 

cr  How  blissful  then  to  die : 

Since  he  has  ris'n  that  once  was  slain, 
Ye  die  in  Christ  to  live  again. 

S.  Song*. 


60. 


H.  M.—  Weymouth: 
Resurrection  of  Christ 


/.n  1  YES,  the  Redeemer  rose  : 

The  Saviour  left  the  dead, 
And  o'er  infernal  foes, 
High  rais'd  his  conq'ring  head  I 
ag  In  wild  dismay, 

The  guards  around 
di  Fall  to  the  ground. 

—p  And  sink  away. 

cr    2  Lo  !  the  angelic  bands 
In  full  assembly  meet, 
To  wait  his  high  commands 
di  And  worship  at  his  feet : 

vi  Joyful  they  come, 

And  wing  their  way 
From  realms  of  day, 
di  To  Jesus'  tomb. 

3  Then  back  to  heav'n  they  (ly, 
The  joyful  news  to  bear: 
\  T         Hark  !  as  they  soar  on  high, 
What  music  fills  the  air ! 


CmUSFS  RESURRECTION  AM)  ASCESSKHI. 

Their  anthems  say, 
tx  "Jesus  who  bled 

Hath  left  the  dead, 
cr  He  rose  to  day." 

f     i  Ye  mortals,  catch  the  sound, 
Redeem'd  by  him  from  hell; 
And  send  the  echo  round 

The  globe  on  which  you  dwell  T 
Transported  cry, 
tx  "  Jesus  who  bled 

Hath  left  the  dead. 
Xo  more  to  die." 

f    5  All  hail,  triumphant  Lord. 

Who  sav'st  us  by  thy  blood ; 
Wide  be  thy  name  adord. 
Thou  rising,  reigning  God: 
With  thee  we  rise. 
With  thee  we  reign, 
And  empires  gain. 
Beyond  the  skies.  " 

Doddridge 


C.  "St.— Retirement.     Colchester. 
Resurrection  and  ascension. 


61. 

1  HOSANNA  to  the  Prince  of  Light 
That  cloth'd  himself  in  clay, 
ag       Enter'd  the  iron  gates  of  death, 
And  tore  the  bars  away. 

di    2  Death  is  no  more  the  king  of  dread 

Since  our  Immanuel  rose  ; 
CT         He  took  the  tyrant's  sting  away. 

And  triumph'd  o'er  his  foes. 

3  See  him  ascend  with  angel  throngs 

To  reach  his  high  abode  ! 
f         Ten  thousand  thousand  were  the  torques 
That  haiPd  th'  incarnate  God. 

4  Bright  angels,  strike  your  loudest  strings, 

Your  sweetest  voices  raise; 
jf       Let  heav'n  and  all  created  things. 
Repeat  Immanuel's  praise. 


284  HYMNS. 

£»  Q  Ts.—PlcyeVs  Hymn. 

\)&  •  Resurrection  and  ascension  of  Christ 

T »     1  ANGELS  roll  the  rock  away ! 

Death,  yield  up  thy  mighty  prey ! 
See !  he  rises  from  the  tomb, 
Cloth'd  in  heaven's  immortal  bloom. 

cr    2  'Tis  the  Saviour!  seraphs,  raise 
Your  triumphant  songs  of  praise  : 

f        Let  the  earth's  remotest  bound 
Hear  the  joy-inspiring  sound. 

3  Now,  ye  saints,  lift  up  your  eyes, 
See  him  high  in  glory  rise  ! 
Hosts  of  angels  on  the  road, 
Hail  him,  the  Incarnate  God ! 

4  Heav'n  unfolds  its  portals  wide, 
See  the  Conq'ror  through  them  ride 
King  of  Glory  !  mount  thy  throne, 
Boundless  empire  is  thine  own. 

jf    5  Praise  him,  all  ye  heav'niy  choirs, 
Praise  him  with  your  golden  lyres. 
Praise  him  in  the  noblest  songs, 
Praise  him  from  ten  thousand  tongues. 


63. 


Gibbons. 
S.  M. — Watchman. 
Christ's  intercession. 


1  YES,  the  Redeemer's  gone, 
T'  appear  before  our  God  ; 
ag       To  sprinkle  o'er  the  flaming  throne, 
With  his  atoning  blood. 

d      2  No  fiery  vengeance  now, 

No  injur'd  Father's  frown : 
The  sinner's  blood  may  cease  to  flow  t 
The  Saviour  shed  his  own. 

3  Before  his  Father's  eye 

Our  humble  suit  he  moves  : 
The  Father  lays  his  anger  by, 
— p  And  looks,  and  smiles,  and  loves. 

ri    4  Now  may  our  joyful  tongues 
Our  Maker's  honor  sing ; 
Jesus  the  Priest  presents  our  songs 
Before  the  heav'niy  King. 


64. 


CHRIST.  .  . .  HIS  INTERCESSION. 

5  We  bow  before  his  face, 

And  sound  his  glories  high  : 

Hosanna  to  the  God  of  grace, 

Who  brings  salvation  nigh. 

C.  M. — Chester.    Laight-street. 
Christ's  intercession. 

d      1  LIFT  up  your  eyes,  behold  the  seats 
That  lie  within  the  veil ; 
There  Christ  the  Intercessor  sits 
Whose  off'ring  will  prevail. 

off  2  -Twas  well,  my  guilty  soul,  for  thee, 
That  Jesus  shed  his  blood  : 
He  died  to  set  the  sinners  free  ; 
And  then  arose  to  God. 

I '     3  Petitions  now,  and  songs  may  rise,. 
While  saints  their  off 'rings  bring  ,• 
The  Priest,  with  his  own  sacrifice. 
Presents  them  to  the  King. 

4  Jesus  alone  shah  bear  my  cries 
Up  to  his  Father's  throne, 
He  will  regard  my  feeblest  sighs, 
And  send  deliv'rance  down. 


65 


M. — Repose.     Seasons. 
Christ's  intercession. 


d      1  HE  lives,  the  great  Redeemer  lives  I 
What  joy  the  blest  assurance  gives  I 
And  now  before  his  Father  God, 
He  pleads  the  merit  of  his  blood. 

ag    2  Repeated  crimes  awake  our  fears, 

And  justice,  arm'd  with  frowns,  appears 
d  But  in  the  Saviour's  lovely  face, 

— p      Sweet  mercy  smiles,  and  all  is  peace. 

ex    3  Hence  then,  ye  black  despairing  thoughts, 
Above  our  fears,  above  our  faults, 
His  pow'rful  intercessions  rise, 

— p      And  guilt  recedes,  and  terror  d:.es. 

M    4  In  every  dark,  distressful  hour, 

When  sin  and  Satan  join  their  pow'r, 

cr        This  hope  repels  each  fiery  dart, 
Thit  Jesus  bears  us  on  his  heart. 


66 


28f  HYMNS. 

5  Great  Advocate,  Almighty  Friend  ! 
On  thee  alone  our  hopes  depend : 
Our  cause  can  never,  never  fail, 
For  Jesus  pleads  and  must  prevail. 

Steele. 

C.  M. — Chester.     Dunchurch. 
•  Christ's  compassion  to  the  tempted.    Heb.  iv.  15,  16.  v.  7. 

d      1  WITH  joy  we  meditate  the  grace 
Of  our  High  Priest  above: 
His  heart  is  made  of  tenderness, 
His  soul  is  fill'd.  with  love. 

p      2  Touch'd  by  a  sympathy  within, 
He  knows  our  feeble  frame  ; 
He  knows  what  sore  temptations  mean, 
For  he  has  felt  the  same. 

3  All  spotless,  innocent,  and  pure, 
The  great  Redeemer  stood, 
ag       While  Satan's  fiery  darts  he  bore, 
Resisting  unto  blood. 

f  f    4  He,  in  the  days  of  feeble  flesh, 

Pour'd  out  his  cries  and  tears, 
And  in  his  measure  feels  afresh 
What  every  member  bears. 

5  Then  let  our  humble  faith  address 
His  mercy  and  his  pow'r : 
We  shall  obtain  deliv'ring  grace 
In  every  trying  hour. 

£*ffl     L.  M.  6's  —  Wesley  Chapel,    ex.     Wlien  gathering,  $c. 
\J  I  •  Christ  a  sympathizing  priest.    Heb.  iv.  15. 

d    1  WHEN  gath'ring  clouds  around  I  view, 
And  days  are  dark,  and  friends  are  few, 
On  Him  I  lean,  who  not  in  vain 
Experienc'd  ev'ry  human  pain  : 

p        He  feels  my  griefs,  he  sees  my  fears, 
And  counts  and  treasures  up  my  tears. 

cr  2  If  aught  should  tempt  my  soul  to  stray 
From  heav'nly  wisdom's  narrow  way, 
To  fly  the  good  I  would  pursue, 
Or  do  the  ill  I  would  not  do  ; 

d       Still  he  who  felt  temptation's  pow'r, 

Shall  guard  me  in  that  dang'rous  hour. 


CHRIST HIS  HEALING  TOWER.  25? 

cr  3  When  vexing  thoughts  within  me  rise, 
And  sore  dismay'd  my  spirit  dies  ; 
Then  he  who  once  vouchsaf  d  to  bear 
The  sick'ning  anguish  of  despair, 

p        Shall  sweetly  soothe,  shall  gently  dry 

The  throbbing  heart,  the  streaming  eye. 

off  4  When  sorrowing  o'er  some  stone  I  bend; 
Which  covers  all  that  was  a  friend, 
And  from  his  voice,  his  hand,  his  smile, 

p        Divides  me  for  a  little  while  ; 

cr      Thou,  Saviour,  seest  the  tears  I  shed, 

— p    For  thou  didst  weep  o'er  Laz'rus  dead. 

cr  5  And  oh  !  when  I  have  safely  past 
Through  ev'ry  conflict  but  the  last; 
Still,  still  unchanging  watch  beside 

— di  My  bed  of  r'eath;  for  thou  hast  died: 

cr      Then  point  to  realms  of  endless  day, 

— p    And  wipe  the  latest  tear  away. 


Grani. 


"'s  and  6's.    Peculiar.— Ashfield. 
Help  from  the  great  Physician. 


68. 

off  1  JESUS,  thou  Prince  and  Saviour, 

May  sinners,  sick  and  poor, 
Through  thy  atoning  favor 

Approach  to  mercy's  door? 
We  come,  in  spirit  broken, 

Before  thy  throne  of  grace  ) 
O  grant  us  some  kind  token, 

And  bid  us  go  in  peace. 

di    2  Lord,  we  are  helpless  creatures, 

Unworthy,  but  in  need  ; 
In  all  our  moral  features 

By  nature  wholly  dead. 
Our  strength  is  perfect  weakness, 

Our  hearts  are  prone  to  sin  ; 
Deficient  still  in  meekness, 

While  tumults  war  within. 

cr    3  In  this  forlorn  condition, 

WTho  shall  afford  us  aid  ? 
Where  shall  we  find  compassion, 
While  wounded  and  dismay'd  ? 


HYMX3. 

Jesus,  thou  Prince  and  Saviour, 
Restore  us  by  thy  love  ; 

And  let  thy  heav'nly  favor 
No  more  from  us  remove. 

Now  hear  our  supplication, 
We  fervently  implore ! 

Restore  us  thy  salvation, 
And  we  shall  want  no  more. 

Upheld  by  thy  free  Spirit, 
We'll  celebrate  thy  praise, 

Till  sinners  feel  thy  merit, 


Anon. 


/*f\  L.  M. — Dancen.    Repose,    ex. 

\J  *J  •  Christ  the  physician  of  souls. 

aft  1  DEEP  are  the  wounds  which  sin  hath  made 
Where  shall  the  sinner  find  a  cure  ? 
In  vain,  alas  !  is  nature's  aid, 
The  work  exceeds  her  utmost  power. 

2  And  can  no  sovereign  balm  be  found? 
And  is  no  kind  physician  nigh, 
To  ease  the  pain,  and  heal  the  wound, 
Ere  life  and  hope  for  ever  fly  ? 

vi   3  There  is  a  great  Physician  near; 
Look  up,  O  fainting  soul,  and  live  ! 
See,  in  his  heav'nly  smiles  appear 
Such  ease  as  nature  cannot  give  ! 

d    4  See,  in  the  Saviour's  precious  blood, 
Life,  health,  and  bliss,  abundant  flow ! 
Sinner,  approach  that  sacred  flood, 
And  cleanse  thv  heart  and  heal  thy  wo. 

Steel: 
L.  M. — Duke-street.    Repose. 
Christ  as  a  vine,  fountain,  rock,  star,  sun. 

[1  GO  worship  at  Immanuel's  feet, 
See  in  his  face  what  wonders  meet; 
The  whole  creation  can  afford 
But  some  faint  shadows  of  my  Lord.] 

2  Is  he  a  vine  ?  His  heav'nly  root 

Supplies  the  boughs  with  life  and  fruit ; 

O  let  a  lasting  union  join 

My  soul,  the  branch,  to  Christ  the  vine. 


70 


CHRIST HIS  OFFICES.  2-i 

— p  3  Is  lie  a  fountain  ?  there  I  bathe 

And  heal  the  plagues  of  sin  and  death : 

The  waters  all  my  soul  renew, 

And  cleanse  my  spotted  garments  too. 

cr    4  Is  he  a  rock  ?  how  firm  he  proves  ? 
The  Rock  of  Ages  never  moves  ; 
Hence  copious  streams  descend  and  flow 
To  cheer  us  all  our  journey  through. 

vi     5  Is  he  a  star?  he  breaks  the  night, 

Piercing  the  shades  with  dawning  light; 

I  know  his  glories  from  afar, 

I  know  the  bright,  the  morning  star. 

d      6  Is  he  a  sun  ?  His  beams  are  grace, 

His  course  is  joy  and  righteousness  : 

/         Nations  rejoice  when  he  appears, 

To  chase  their  gloom,  to  quell  their  fears. 

7  O  let  me  climb  those  higher  skies, 

Where  storms  and  darkness  never  rise  : 
There  he  displays  his  pow'rs  abroad, 
And  shines  and  reigns  th'  incarnate  God. 


71 


II.   yi.—Haddam. 

The  offices  of  Christ. 

\  1  JOIN  all  the  glorious  names 
Of  wisdom,  love,  and  pow'r, 
That  ever  mortals  knew, 
That  angels  ever  bore  : 
All  are  too  mean  to  speak  his  worth, 
Too  mean  to  set  my  Saviour  forth.] 

2  Great  Prophet  of  my  God, 

My  tongue  would  bless  thy  name  ; 
By  thee  the  joyful  news 
Of  our  salvation  came  ; 
vi  The  joyful  news  of  sin  forgiv'n, 

Of  hell  subdu'd.  and  peace  with  heav'n. 

off       3  Jesus,  our  great  High-Priest, 
Offer d  his  blood  and  died  j 
My  guilty  conscience  seeks 

No  sacrifice  beside : 
His  powerful  blood  did  once  atone, 
And  now  it  pleads  before  the  throne. 
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290  HYMNS. 

cr        4  0  thou  Almighty  Lord, 

Our  conq'ror  and  our  King, 
Thy  sceptre  and  thy  sword, 

Thy  reigning  grace  I  sing : 
Thine  is  the  power,  behold  I  sit 
In  willing  bonds,  before  thy  feet 

PAUSE.— Haddam. 

5  Array'd  in  mortal  flesh, 

Christ  like  an  angel  stands. 
And  holds  the  promises 
And  pardons  in  his  hands  j 
Commission'd  from 

His  Father's  throne, 
To  make  his  grace 
To  mortals  known. 

d         CI  love  my  shepherd's  voice, 

His  watchful  eye  shall  keep 
My  wand'ring  soul  among 
The  thousands  of  his  sheep  - 
He  feeds  his  flock. 
He  calls  their  names, 
p  His  bosom  bears 

The  tender  lambs. 

cr        7  Be  thou  my  counsellor, 

My  pattern  and  my  guide  -, 
And  through  this  desert  land 
Still  keep  me  near  thy  side : 
O  let  my  feet 

Ne'er  run  astray, 
Nor  rove  nor  seek 
The  crooked  way. 

8  My  advocate  appears 

For  my  defence  on  high  ; 
g  The  Father  bows  his  ear, 

And  lays  his  anger  by : 
Not  c.\\  that  hell 

Or  sin  can  say, 

Shall  turn  his  heart, 

His  love  away. 


72. 


CHRIST.   .  .  .  HIS  OFFICES. 

C.  M.—  Colchester.     Fabius. 
Offices  of  Christ. 


ci*     1   WE  bless  the  prophet  of  the  Lord 

Who  comes  with  truth  and  grace ; 
Jesus,  thy  Spirit  and  thy  word, 
Shall  lead  us  in  thy  ways. 

2  We  worship  our  High-Priest  above, 
d  Who  offerd  up  his  blood  ; 

Who  lives  and  fills  heav'n  of  love, 
Pleading  our  cause  with  God. 

mce  3  We  honor  our  exalted  King, 

How  pure  are  his  commands  ! 
He  guards  our  souls  from  hell  and  sin, 
By  his  almighty  hands. 

4  Hosanna  to  his  glorious  name, 
How  kind  are  all  his  ways! 
His  mercies  lay  a  boundless  claim 
To  our  immortal  praise. 


73. 


L.  M. — Luther3 8  Hymn.    ex. 

Christ  the  Redeemer  and  Jud^e. 


d      1  NOW  to  the  Lord  that  makes  us  know 
The  wonders  of  his  dying  love; 
Be  humble  honors  paid  below, 

And  strains  of  nobler  praise  above. 

2  'Twas  he  that  cleansM  our  foulest  sins, 

And  wash'd  us  in  his  richest  blood ; 

JTis  he  that  makes  us  priests  and  kings 

That  brings  us  rebels  near  to  God. 

3  To  Jesus  Gur  atoning  Priest, 
cr  To  Jesus  our  eternal  King, 
f        Be  everlasting  power  confessed, 

And  every  tongue  his  glory  sing. 

ma  4  Behold,  on  flying  clouds  he  comes, 

And  every  eye  shall  see  him  move  . 
Though  with  our  sins  we  pierc'd  him  once, 
Now  he  displays  his  pard'ning  love. 

ag   5  The  unbelieving  world  shall  wail, 
d  While  we  rejoice  to  see  the  day: 

Come,  Lord,  nor  let  thy  promise  fail, 
Nor  let  thy  chariots  long  delay. 


292  HYMNS. 


74 


C.  M. — Colchester.  New   Cambridge. 
Kin?  of  saints. 


vi     1  COME,  ye  that  love  the  Saviour's  name, 
And  joy  to  make  it  known; 
The  sovereign  of  your  hearts  proclaim, 
And  bow  before  his  throne. 

ma  2  Behold  your  King,  your  Saviour,  crown'd. 
With  glories  all  divine; 
And  telf  the  wond'ring  nations  round, 
How  bright  those  glories  shine. 

3  Infinite  pow'r  and  boundless  grace, 
In  him  unite  their  rays  ; 
You  that  have  e'er  beheld  his  face, 
Can  you  forbear  his  praise? 

di    4  When  in  his  earthly  courts  we  view 

The  glories  of  our  King, 

We  loner  to  love  as  angels  do. 


75 


And  wish  like  them  to  sing. 

5  And  shall  we  long  and  wish  in  vain  ? 
Lord,  teach  our  songs  to  rise  ! 
Thy  love  can  animate  the  strain, 
And  bid  it  reach  the  skies. 

[6  O  happy  period!  glorious  day! 

When  heav'n  and  earth  shall  raise, 
With  all  their  pow'rs,  the  raptur'd  lay, 
To  celebrate  thy  praise.] 

Stcde. 
II.  M. —  Weymouth.     Triumph. 
Christ  the  universal  King.    Phil.  iv.  4. 


p  T  1  REJOICE,  the  Lord  is  King! 

Your  God  and  King  adore  : 
Mortals,  give  thanks  and  sing, 

And  triumph  evermore ! 
Lift  up  the  heart,  lift  up  the  voice, 
Rejoice  aloud,  ye  saints,  rejoice! 

2  His  kingdom  cannot  fail 

He  rules  o'er  earth  and  heav'n, 

The  keys  of  death  and  hell 
Are  to  our  Jesus  giv'n : 

Lift  up  the  heart,  &c. 


CHRIST HIS  EXAMPLE.  23 

3  He  shall  his  foes  subdue, 

Shall  all  our  sins  destroy, 
di        Our  inmost  souls  renew; 

Fill  them  with  peace  and  joy  ; 
f        Lift  up  the  heart.  &c. 

4  Rejoice  in  glorious  hope: 
hub  Jesus  the'judge  shall  come, 

And  take  his  servants  up 
To  their  eternal  home  ! 
Jf       We  soon  shall  hear  in'  archangel's  voice, 
The  trump  of  God  shall  sound  "rejoice." 

Rippon's  Coll 
W/I>  I,.  M. — Seasons.     Repose. 

i  \J»  The  example  of  Christ. 

d      1  MY  dear  Redeemer  and  my  Lord, 
I  read  my  duty  in  thy  word ; 
But  in  thy  life,  thy  law  appears 
Drawn  out  in  living  characters. 

2  Such  was  thy  truth,  and  such  thy  zeal, 
Such  def'rence  to  thy  Father's  will, 
Such  love,  and  meekness  so  divine, 
I  would  transcribe  and  make  them  mine. 

njf  3  Cold  mountains  and  the  midnight  air, 
Witness'd  the  fervor  of  thy  prayer ; 
The  desert  thy  temptation  knew, 
Thy  conflict  and  thy  vict'ry  too. 

d      4  Be  thou  my  pattern  ;  make  me  bear 
More  of  thy  gracious  image  here  ; 
Then  God  the  Judge  shall  own  my  name 
Among  the  followers  of  the  Lamb. 

tyr?  L.  U.— Luton.     Quito. 

4    I  •  Christ  our  example. 

1  WHEN  the  rebellious  passions  rise 
And  urge  us  in  the  toils  of  strife : 
d  To  Jesus  let  us  lift  our  eyes, 

Bright  pattern  of  the  Christian  life. 

ex   2  O  how  benevolent  and  kind  ! 

How  mild !  how  ready  to  forgive  ! 
t  !        Be  this  the  temper  of  our  mind, 

And  these  the  rules  by  which  we  live. 
25* 


294  HYMNS, 

3  To  do  the  heav'nly  Father's  will 
Was  his  employment  and  delight; 
Humility  and  holy  zeal 

Shone  through  his  life  divinely  bright. 
off    4  But  ah  !  how  blind,  how  weak  are  we ! 
How  frail,  how  prone  to  turn  aside  ! 
Lord,  all  our  help  must  come  from  thee ; 
We  ask  thy  Spirit  for  our  guide. 

Steele. 
fyQ  L.  M.  D—  Olivet. 

i  0»  Christ  an  example  of  experimental  piety. 

off   1  CHRIST  had  his  sorrows:  when  he  shed 

His  tears,  Jerusalem,  for  thee  ! 
And  when  his  trembling  followers  fled, 

In  his  dark  hour  of  agony. 
Christ  had  his  sorrows:  so  must  thou. 

Who  tread'st  the  path  that  Jesus  trod  ; 
Oh,  then,  like  him  submissive  bow, 

Adore  the  sovereignty  of  God. 

'  1     2  Christ  had  his  joys :  but  they  were  not 
The  joys  the  son  of  pleasure  boasts ; 
Ah  no !  'twas  when  his  spirit  sought 
Thy  will,  thy  glory,  God  of  hosts! 
Christ  had  his  joys  :  and  so  hath  he 
WTho  feels  the  Spirit  in  his  heart — 
cr        Who  yields,  O  God,  his  all  to  thee, 

And  loves  thy  name  for  what  thou  art. 
/! !  3  Christ  had  his  foes  :  the  prince  of  hell 
With  all  his  legions  sought  his  death  ! 
See  !  human  hearts  with  malice  swell, 
And  murder  feign  affection's  breath  ! 
Christ  had  his  foes  :  and  so,  if  thou 

Shalt  with  him  walk  and  near  him  live, 
The  cruel  world  will  hate  thee  now, 
And  thou  shalt  suffer— and  forgive ! 
d      4  Christ  had  his  friends :  his  eye  could  trace. 
Through  the  long  train  of  coming  years, 
The  chosen  children  of  his  grace, 
The  full  reward  of  all  his  tears  ! 
di        Christ  had  his  friends  :  and  Jiis  are  thine, 

If  thou  to  him  hast  bow'd  the  knee : 
ci         And  where  those  ransom'd  millions  shine 
Shall  thy  eternal  mansion  be. 

N.  E.  J. 


CHRIST  OUR  CONFIDENCE. 

PVf\  7's.    G  lines. — Gcthsemane. 

I  k)  •  Christ  our  example  in  sufferings. 

aff   1  GO  to  dark  Gethsemanc, 

Ye  who  feel  the  tempter's  pow'r  ; 
Your  Redeemer's  conflict  see  ; 

Watch  with  him  one  bitter  hour : 
Turn  not  from  his  griefs  away. 
Learn  of  Jesus  Christ  to  pray. 

2  Follow  to  the  judgment-hall, 

View  the  Lord  of  life  arraign'd : 
ex        O,  the  wormwood  and  the  gall ! 

O,  the  pangs  his  soul  sustain'd ! 
lit        Shun  not  suff'ring,  shame,  or  loss  ; 
Learn  of  him  to  bear  the  cross. 

p      3  Calv'ry's  mournful  mountain  climb  : 
There,  adoring  at  his  feet, 
Mark  that  miracle  of  time, 
God's  own  sacrifice  complete ; 
ex        "It  is  flnish'd,"  hear  him  cry, 
Learn  of  Jesus  Christ  to  die. 

4  Early  hasten  to  the  tomb, 
cli  Where  they  laid  his  breathless  clay , 

Ail  is  solitude  and  gloom  ; 
— p  Who  hath  taken  him  away  ? 

f        Christ  has  ris'n,  he  meets  our  eyes, 

Saviour,  teach  us  so  to  rise. 

Montgomery. 


80. 


6's  and  i's.—New  Haven. 
Christ  our  confidence. 

1  MY  faith  looks  up  to  thee, 
Thou  Lamb  of  Calvary, 

Saviour  divine ! 
Now  hear  me  while  I  pray. 
Take  all  my  guilt  away, 
O  let  me  from  this  day 

Be  wholly  thine. 

2  May  thy  rich  grace  impart 
Strength  to  my  fainting  heart  ; 

My  zeal  inspire : 
As  thou  hast  died  for  me, 
O  may  my  love  to  thee, 
Pure,  warm,  and  changeless  be 

A  living  fire. 


296  HYMNS. 

di        3  While  life's  dark  maze  I  tread, 
And  griefs  around  me  spread, 
Be  thou  my  guide: 
cr  Bid  darkness  turn  to  day, 

Wipe  sorrows'  tears  awajr, 
Nor  let  me  ever  stray, 
From  thee  aside. 

m.p    4  When  ends  life's  transient  dream, 
When  death's  cold,  sullen  stream 
Shall  o'er  me  roll, 
cr  Blest  Saviour,  then  in  love, 

Fear  and  distrust  remove ; 
O  bear  me  safe  above, 
A  ransom'd  soul! 

Pa'mrr. 
Q1  7's.    6  lines.— Mount  Calvary.     Rock  of  Ages. 

0 1  •  Cnrist  the  Rock  of  refuge. 

off  1  ROCK  of  Ages,  cleft  for  me, 
Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee; 
Let  the  water  and  the  blood, 
From  thy  wounded  side  that  flow'd, 
Be  of  sin  the  perfect  cure, 
Save  me,  Lord,  and  make  me  pure. 

2  Should  my  tears  for  ever  flow, 
Should  my  zeal  no  languor  know, 
This  for  sin  could  not  atone; 
cr        Thou  must  save,  and  thou  alone  : 
di        In  my  hand  no  price  I  bring ; 
ag       Simply  to  thy  cross  I  cling. 

p      3  While  I  draw  this  fleeting  breath, 
When  my  eyelids  close  in  death, 

mce      When  I  rise  to  worlds  unknown, 
And  behold  thee  on  thy  throne, 

d         Rock  of  Ages,  cleft  for  me, 

— di    Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee. 

Topiaat/. 

QQ  L.  M.— Repose,    ex. 

O/W  •  Christ  our  only  refuge.    John  vi.  67,  69. 

d      1  THOU  only  Sovereign  of  my  heart, 
My  refuge,  my  Almighty  Friend  ! 
And  can  my  soul  from  thee  depart, 
On  whom  alone  my  hopes  depend  ? 


CHRIST  OUR  REFUGE.  29 

off  2  Whither,  ah  whither  shall  I  go, 

A  wretched  wand'rer  from  my  Lord ! 
Can  this  dark  world  of  sin  and  wo, 
One  glimpse  of  happiness  afford? 

3  Eternal  life  thy  words  impart ; 
On  thee  my  fainting  spirit  lives; 
d  Here  sweeter  comforts  cheer  my  heart, 

Than  all  the  round  of  nature  gives. 

cr     4  Let  earth's  alluring  joys  combine; 

While  thou  art  near,  in  vain  they  call ; 
p  One  smile,  one  blissful  smile  of  thine, 

My  dearest  Lord,  outweighs  them  all. 

cr  [5  Thy  name  my  inmost  powers  adore, 
Thou  art  my  life,  my  joy,  my  care; 

ex        Depart  from  thee!  'tis  death!  'tis  more  : 
'Tis  endless  ruin,  deep  despair  !] 

p      6  Low  at  thy  feet  my  soul  would  lie, 

There  safety  dwells,  and  peace  divine, 
Still  let  me  live  beneath  thine  eye, 
cr  For  life,  eternal  life  is  thine. 

Steele. 

QQ  c-  M.— Chester.    Refuge.    Dunchurch. 

OOi  Chrisl  aay  refuge. 

aff  1  DEAR  Refuge  of  my  weary  soul, 
On  thee  when  sorrows  rise  : 
On  thee,  when  waves  of  trouble  roll, 
My  fainting  hope  relies. 

2  To  thee  I  tell  each  rising  grief, 
For  thou  alone  canst  heal; 
Thy  word  can  bring  a  sweet  relief, 
For  every  pain  I  feel. 

tx     3  But  oh  !  when  gloomy  doubts  prevail, 
1  fear  to  call  thee  mine: 
The  springs  of  comfort  seem  to  fail, 
p  And  all  my  hopes  decline. 

cr     4  Yet,  gracious  God,  where  shall  I  flee? 
Thou  art  my  only  trust; 
And  still  my  soul  would  cleave  to  thee, 
Though  prostrate  in  the  dust. 


298  HYMNS. 

5  Hast  thou  not  bid  me  seek  thy  face  ? 

And  shall  I  seek  in  vain? 
And  can  the  ear  of  sovereign  grace, 
Be  deaf  when  I  complain? 

6  Thy  mercy  seat  is  open  still j 

Here  let  my  soul  retreat : 
With  humble  hope  attend  thy  will, 
And  wait  beneath  thy  feet. 

Steele. 

8    1  Vs.    Double.— Hotkam. 

-£*•  Jesus  the  refuge. 

off       1  JESUS  !  lover  of  my  soul, 
Let  me  to  thy  bosom  fly. 
While  the  billows  near  me  roll, 

While  the  tempest  still  is  high  : 
Hide  me,  O  my  Saviour,  hide, 
Till  the  storm  of  life  be  past: 
di  Safe  into  the  haven  guide  ; 

cr  O  receive  my  soul  at  last. 

2  Other  refuge  have  I  none, 

Hangs  my  helpless  soul  on  thee ; 
Leave,  ah !  leave  me  not  alone  ; 
Still  support  and  comfort  me  : 
All  my  trust  on  thee  is  stay'd  ; 
All  my  help  from  thee  I  bring ; 
— di         Cover  my  defenceless  head, 
— p  With  the  shadow  of  thy  wing. 

cr        3  Plenteous  grace  with  thee  is  found, 

Grace  to  pardon  all  my  sin  ; 
vi  Let  the  healing  streams  abound, 

Make  and  keep  me  pure  within : 
Thou  of  life,  the  fountain  art; 
Freely  let  me  take  of  thee  : 
Spring  thou  up  within  my  heart, 
Rise  to  all  eternity. 

Wesley. 

O  pi  7's. — German  Hymn. 

0«J  •  Fulness  of  Christ. 

d      1  BLEEDING  hearts,  defiPd  by  sin, 
Jesus  Christ  can  make  you  clean: 
Contrite  souls,  with  guilt  opprest, 
Jesus  Christ  can  give  you  rest 


CHRIST  IS  PRECIOUS.  2S 

2  You  that  mourn  o'er  follies  past. 
Precious  hours  and  years  laid  waste ; 
Turn  to  God,  O  turn  and  live, 
Jesus  Christ  can  still  forgive. 

3  You  that  oft  have  wander'd  far, 
From  the  light  of  Bethlehem's  star, 
Trembling,  now  your  steps  retrace, 
Jesus  Christ  is  full  of  grace. 

off  4  Souls  benighted  and  forlorn, 

Griev'd,  afflicted,  tempest-worn, 
Now  in  Israel's  Rock  confide, 
Jesus  Christ  for  man  has  died. 

di     5  Fainting  souls,  in  peril's  hour, 

Yield  not  to  the  tempter's  pow'r; 

cr         On  the  risen  Lord  rely, 

Jesus  Christ  now  reigns  on  high. 

S.  Song  a. 
Q£?  IT.  M.—Belhesda.     Stafford,     ex. 

OUi  Christ's  name  a  sweet  savor. 

1  PRAISE  to  the  Lord  on  high, 

Who  spreads  his  triumphs  wide  ! 
d  While  Jesus'  fragrant  name 

Is  breath'd  on  every  side  ; 
Balmy  and  rich  the  odors  rise, 
And  fill  the  earth  and  reach  the  skies. 

2  Ten  thousand  dying  souls 

Its  influence  feel,  and  live : 
Sweeter  than  vital  air 

The  incense  they  receive  : 
They  breathe  anew,  arise  and  sing, 
Jesus  the  Lord,  their  conq'ring  King  ! 
crt'3  But  they  who  scorn  the  grace 
That  brings  salvation  nigh, 
— di     And  turn  away  their  face, 
— pp        Must  faint,  and  fall,  and  die  ! 
m.  ex  So  sad  a  doom  ye  saints  deplore, 
For  oh  !  they  fall  to  rise  no  more  ! 

Doddridge 
Qrv  C.  M.— Chester.    Retirement. 

O  /  •  The  name  of  Jesus. 

d     1  HOW  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds 
In  a  believer's  ear  ! 
It  sooths  his  sorrows,  heals  his  wounds, 
And  drives  awav  his  fear. 


300  HYMNS. 

2  It  makes  the  broken  spirit  whole  ; 

It  calms  the  troubled  breast; 
'Tis  manna  to  the  hungry  soul, 
And  to  the  weary  rest. 

3  Through  him  my  prayers  acceptance  gain, 

For  he  is  undefil'd  ; 
Satan  accuses  me  in  vain ; 
For  I  am  own'd  a  child. 

cr  4  Jesus,  my  Shepherd  and  my  Friend, 
My  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King  ! 
My  Lord,  my  Life,  my  Way,  my  End, 
Accept  the  praise  I  bring. 

di  5  Weak  is  the  effort  of  my  heart, 

And  cold  my  warmest  thought: 

cr      But  when  I  see  thee  as  thou  art, 
I'll  praise  thee  as  I  ought. 

vi   6  Till  then  I  would  thy  love  proclaim 
With  every  fleeting  breath  ; 
And  may  the  music  of  thy  name 
— p        Refresh  my  soul  in  death. 

Newton. 

QQ  c-  M-— Colchester.    Kedar. 

CjO*  Praise  to  the  Redeemer. 

f     1  OH  for  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing 
My  dear  Redeemer's  praise, 
The  glories  of  my  God  and  King, 
The  triumphs  of  his  grace  ! 

di    2  My  gracious  master  and  my  God, 
Let  saints  thy  love  proclaim, 

cr        And  spread  through  all  the  earth  abroad 
The  honors  of  thy  name. 

d      3  Jesus,  the  name  that  calms  our  fears, 
That  bids  our  sorrow  cease; 
'Tis  music  to  our  ravish'd  ears; 
'Tis  life,  and  health,  and  peace. 

cr    4  It  breaks  the  pow'r  of  reigning  sin, 
And  sets  the  pris'ner  free  ; 
Thy  blood  can  cleanse  the  foulest  stain  ■ 
And  can  avail  for  me. 

Wesley. 


89, 


CHRIST  ADORED. 

C.  M.— Chester.     Retiremein. 
Chief  among  ten  thousand. 


d      1  MAJESTIC  sweetness  sits  enthron'd 
Upon  the  Saviour's  brow : 
His  head  with  radiant  glories  crown'd, 
His  lips  with  grace  o'erflow. 

2  No  mortal  can  with  him  compare, 
Among  the  sons  of  men  ; 
Fairer  is  he  than  all  the  fair 
Who  fill  the  heav'nly  train. 

ex    3  He  saw  me  plung'd  in  deep  distress, 
And  flew  to  my  relief; 
For  me  he  bore  the  shameful  cross, 
And  carried  all  my  grief. 

vi     4  Since  from  his  bounty  I  receive    , 
Such  proofs  of  love  divine; 
Had  I  a  thousand  hearts  to  give, 
Lord,  they  should  all  be  thine. 


90. 


M.— Bethesda.     Stafford. 
Praise  to  Christ. 


d    [1  COME  every  pious  heart 

That  loves  the  Saviour's  name  ; 
Your  noblest  pow'rs  exert 
To  celebrate  his  fame  : 
cr        Tell  all  above,  and  all  below, 

The  debt  of  love  to  him  you  owe,] 

d      2  He  left  his  starry  crown, 

And  laid  his  robes  aside, 

On  wings  of  love  came  down, 
— pp        And  wept,  and  bled,  and  died  : 
ex        What  he  endur'd,  O,  who  can  tell  ? 

To  save  our  souls  from  death  and  helL 

cr    3  From  the  dark  grave  he  rose, 
The  mansions  of  the  dead: 
And  thence  his  mighty  foes 
/  In  glorious  triumph  led  : 

vi        Up  through  the  sky  the  conq'ror  rode; 
the  Saviour  God. 
26 


302  HYMNS. 

mcB  4  From  thence  our  Lord  will  come, 
Nor  long  his  chariot  stay  \ 
He'll  bear  our  spirits  home, 
To  realms  of  endless  day  : 
d  Then  shall  we  see  his  lovely  face, 

— p      And  ever  rest  in  his  embrace. 

cr    5  Jesus !  we  ne'er  can  pay 

The  debt  of  boundless  love ! 
We  give  ourselves  away, 
Our  gratitude  to  prove  : 
Our  hearts,  our  all,  to  thee  we  give, 
The  gift,  though  small,  thou  wilt  receive. 

StennM 


91 


7's  and  6's.    Peculiar. — Missionary  H. 
Praise  to  the  Saviour. 


vi.f     1  TO  thee,  my  God  and  Saviour, 

My  heart  exulting  sings, 
Rejoicing  in  thy  favor, 

Almighty  King  of  kings : 
I'll  celebrate  thy  glory 

With  all  thy  saints  above; 
And  tell  the  joyful  story 

Of  thy  redeeming  love. 

d  2  Soon  as  the  morn  with  roses 

Bedecks  the  dewy  east, 
And  when  the  sun  reposes 

Upon  the  ocean's  breast, 
My  voice  in  supplication, 

My  Saviour,  thou  shalt  hear  j 
O  grant  me  thy  salvation, 

And  to  my  soul  draw  near. 

cr        3  By  thee,  through  life  supported, 

I  pass  the  dang'rous  road, 
With  heav'nly  hosts  escorted, 

Up  to  thy  bright  abode  : 
Then  cast  my  crown  before  thee, 

And,  all  my  conflicts  o'er, 
Unceasingly  adore  thee ; 

What  could  an  angel  more? 

Anon. 


92, 


CHRIST ms  EXALTATION. 

7's. — Song  of  Jubilee. 
Redeeming  love. 


/         1  NOW  begin  the  heav'nly  theme, 
Sing  aloud  in  Jesus'  name ; 
Ye  who  his  salvation  prove, 
Triumph  in  redeeming  love. 

d  2  Ye  who  see  the  Father's  grace 

Beaming  in  the  Saviour's  face, 
As  to  Canaan  on  ye  move, 
Praise  and  bless  redeeming  love. 

di        3  Mourning  souls,  dry  every  tear, 
Banish  every  sinful  fear  ; 
See  your  guilt  and  curse  remove, 
CancelPd  by  redeeming  love. 

off      4  Ye,  alas,  who  long  have  been 

Willing  slaves  of  death  and  sin, 
Now  from  bliss  no  longer  rove, 
Turn  and  taste  redeeming  love. 

d  5  Welcome  all  by  sin  oppress'd, 

Welcome  to  his  sacred  rest : 
Nothing  brought  him  from  above. 
Nothing  but  redeeming  love. 

cr        6  Hither  then  your  music  bring, 
ff  Strike  aloud  each  joyful  string, 

Mortals  join  the  host  above, 
Join  to  praise  redeeming  love. 

Anon. 
QQ  L.  M.—Rothiccll.    Park-street,    ex. 

t/  tJ  •  Christ's  exaltation  and  glory. 

vi.  f    1  NOW  for  a  tune  of  lofty  praise 
To  great  Jehovah's  equal  Son  ! 
Awake,  my  voice,  in  heav'nly  lays 
Proclaim  the  wonders  he  hath  done, 

2  Sing  how  he  left  the  worlds  of  light 

And  those  bright  robes  he  wore  above; 
And  hastened  in  his  earthward  flight, 
On  wings  of  everlasting  love. 

di        3  He  came  to  die  for  sinful  men. 

He  came  to  save  our  ruin'd  race, 
To  wash  away  our  guilty  stain, 
And  onen  wide  the  door  of  srrace. 


304  HYMNS. 

m.aff  4  Deep  in  the  shades  of  gloomy  death 
The  Lord  a  willing  pris'ner  lay  : 

vi  Th'  Almighty  Captive  left  the  earth, 

And  rose  to  everlasting  day. 

ff       5  Among  ten  thousand  harps  and  songa 
Jesus  the  God  exalted  reigns : 
His  praises  fill  th'   angelic  throngs, 
And  echo  through  the  heav'nly  plains 


94. 


L.  M. — St  one  field.     Luther's  Hymn. 
Christ's  exaltation.    Rev.  v.  12. 

1  WHAT  equal  honors  shall  we  bring 
To  thee,  O  Lord  our  God,  the  Lamb: 
When  all  the  notes  that  angels  sing 
Are  far  inferior  to  thy  name ! 

d      2  Worthy  is  he  that  once  was  slain, 
— di        The  Prince  of  Peace  that  groan'd'an^  died: 
cr        Worthy  to  rise,  and  live,  and  reign 
At  his  Almighty  Father's  side. 

3  Power  and  dominion  are  his  right, 

Infinite  riches  are  his  own : 
/        Eternal  wisdom,  boundless  might, 
Honor  and  glory  fill  his  throne. 

4  Honor  immortal  must  be  paid, 

— p  Instead  of  scandal  and  of  scorn ; 

Cr        While  glory  shines  around  his  head, 
And  a  bright  crown  without  a  thorn. 

5  Blessings  for  ever  on  the  Lamb, 

Who  bore  the  curse  for  wretched  men: 
Let  angels  sound  his  sacred  name, 
ff  And  every  creature  say,  Amen. 


95. 


8's  and  6's. — Resignation,  vi. 
Excellence  of  Christ. 

vi     1  OH,  could  I  speak  the  matchless  worth, 
Oh,  could  I  sound  the  glories  forth 

That  in  my  Saviour  shine  ; 
I'd  soar  and  touch  the  heav'nly  strings, 
And  vie  with  Gabriel  while  he  sings 
In  notes  that  are  divine. 

di    2  I'd  sing  the  characters  he  bears, 

And  all  the  forms  of  love  he  wears 


CHRIST HIS  EXALTATION.  8C 

Exalted  on  his  throne ; 
cr    f    In  loftiest  songs  of  sweetest  praise, 
I  would  to  everlasting  days 
Make  all  his  glories  known. 

3  Soon  the  delightful  morn  will  come, 
When  my  dear  Lord  will  bring  me  home 

And  I  shall  see  his  face ; 
There  with  my  Saviour,  Brother,  Friend, 
A  blest  eternity  I'll  spend, 

Triumphant  in  his  grace. 

Medley. 


96. 


6's  and  Vs.— Tune,  :<  My  Faith  looks,"  $c. 
Worthy  is  the  Lamb.     Rev.  v.  12. 


/  1 1    1  GLORY  to  God  on  high  ! 
Let  earth  to  heav'n  reply, 
Praise  ye  his  name  ! 
di  His  love  and  grace  adore, 

Who  all  our  sorrows  bore, 
cr  Sing  aloud  evermore, 

"  Worthy  the  Lamb." 

2  They  who  surround  the  throne 
Cheerfully  join  in  one, 

Praising  his  name ; 
di  We  who  have  felt  his  blood 

Sealing  our  peace  with  God, 
cr  Sound  his  dear  name  abroad, 

"  Worthy  the  Lamb." 

3  Join,  all  ye  ransom'd  race, 
Our  Lord  and  God  to  bless ; 

Praise  ye  his  name; 
On  him  we  fix  our  choice, 
In  him  we  will  rejoice, 
/  Shouting  with  heart  and  voice, 

"Worthy  the  Lamb." 

di        4  Soon  we  shall  reach  the  place. 
Where  we  shall  never  cease 
Praising  his  name; 
cr  Then  richer  songs  we'll  bring  ; 

Hail  him  our  gracious  King: 
f  And  thus  for  ever  sing, 

"  Worthy  the  Lamb." 

HilOa  Cod, 
26* 


806  HYMNS. 

QW  C.  M.— Moravian.    Laight-street. 

*J  I  •  The  glory  of  Christ  in  heaven. 

vi     1  OH  the  delights,  the  heav'nly  joys, 
The  glories  of  the  place, 
Where  Jesus  sheds  the  brightest  beams 
Of  his  transcendent  grace  ! 

d      2  Sweet  majesty  and  awful  love, 

Sit  smiling  on  his  brow; 
mcB      And  all  the  glorious  ranks  above. 

At  humble  distance  bow. 

3  This  is  the  Lord,  the  exalted  Lord, 

Whom  we  unseen  adore, 
And  when  our  eyes  behold  his  face, 

Our  hearts  shall  love  him  more. 
cr    4  Here,  while  we  wait  with  strong  desire. 

To  see  thy  bright  abode, 
Let  heav'nly  love  our  souls  inspire, 

With  praises  to  our  God. 

QQ  C.  M.—  Colchester.     St.  Ann's. 

c/0«  a  new  song  to  the  Lamb  that  was  slain.    Rev.  v.  6,  8,  &c. 

mce  1  BEHOLD  the  glories  of  the  Lamb, 
Amid  his  Father's  throne  ! 
Prepare  new  honors  for  his  name, 
And  songs  before  unknown. 

2  Let  elders  worship  at  his  feet, 
As  they  the  throne  surround 
With  vials  full  of  odors  sweet, 
And  harps  of  sweeter  sound. 
di    3  Those*  are  the  pray'rs  of  all  the  saints, 
And  thesef  the  songs  they  raise : 
Jesus  is  kind  to  our  complaints, 
He  listens  to  our  praise. 

4  Thou  hast  redeem'd  our  souls  with  blood, 

Hast  set  the  pris'ners  free ; 
Hast  made  them  kings  and  priests  with  God, 
And  they  shall  reign  with  thee. 

f    5  Now  to  the  Lamb  that  once  was  slain, 
Be  endless  blessings  paid  : 
Salvation,  glory,  joy  remain 
For  ever  on  thy  head. 

"  The  vials.  t  Harps. 


CHRIST HIS  EXALTATION.  3LC 

QQ  C    M.    Mem  Cambridge.    Remembrance. 

*J*s»        The  Lamb  of  God  worshipped.     Rev.  v.  11,  13. 

vi.fl  COME  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs 
With  angels  round  the  throne  ; 
Ten  thousand  thousand  are  their  tongues, 
But  all  their  joys  are  one. 

d      2  "Worthy  the  Lamb  that  died,"  they  cry, 

"  To  be  exalted  thus  !"— 
cr        "  Worthy  the  Lamb,"  our  lips  reply 
— di        "  For  he  was  slain  for  us." 

cr    3  Jesus  is  worthy  to  receive 

Honor  and  power  divine  ; 
And  blessings,  more  than  we  can  give, 
Be,  Lord,  for  ever  thine. 

f    4  Let  all  that  dwell  above  the  sky, 

And  earth,  and  air,  and  seas, 

Conspire  to  lift  thy  glories  high, 

And  speak  thy  endless  praise. 

ff    5  The  whole  creation  join  in  one 
To  bless  the  sacred  name 
Of  him  who  sits  upon  the  throne, 
And  to  adore  the  Lamb. 


100. 


C.  M.  with  A  chorus. — Harborough. 
The  Saviour  crowned.     Sol.  Songs  iii.  11. 


mce  1  ALL  hail  the  pow'r  of  Jesus'  name, 
Let  angels  prostrate  fall ; 
Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

2  Crown  him,  ye  morning  stars  of  light, 

Who  form'd  this  floating  ball : 
Now  hail  the  strength  of  Israel's  might, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

3  Ye  chosen  seed  of  sinful  race  ; 

Ye  ransom'd  from  the  fall ; 
Hail  him  who  saves  you  by  his  grace, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

d      4  Sinners  whose  love  can  ne'er  forget 
The  wormwood  and  the  gall; 
Go,  spread  your  trophies  at  his  feet, 
race  And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 


306  HYMNS. 

5  Let  every  tribe,  and  every  tongue 
On  this  terrestrial  ball, 
ff       Now  shout  in  universal  song, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 


Jhincan. 


L.  M.—Stonefield.    Rothwell. 
Love  of  God  in  Christ. 


101. 

vi.f  1  NOW  to  the  Lord  a  nobler  song, 

Awake,  my  soul,  awake,  my  tongue  j 

Hosanna  to  th'  Eternal  name, 

And  all  his  boundless  love  proclaim. 

di    2  See  where  it  shines  in  Jesus'  face, 
The  brightest  image  of  his  grace  ; 
God  in  the  person  of  his  Son, 
Has  all  his  mightiest  works  outdone 

cr    3  Creation's  glories  from  afar 
Sparkle  in  every  rolling  star  : 
But  in  his  looks  such  glories  rise 
As  far  outshine  the  lofty  skies. 

m.  d  4  Grace  !  'tis  a  sweet,  a  charming  theme ! 
My  soul  exults  in  Jesus'  name : 
Ye  angels,  dwell  upon  the  sound  : 
Ye  heav'ns,  reflect  it  to  the  ground. 

5  Oh  may  I  reach  that  happy  place, 
Where  he  unveils  his  lovely  face ! 
Where  all  his  beauties  you  behold, 
And  sing  his  name  to  harps  of  gold. 


102. 


C.  M.-St.  Ann's. 
Hosanna  to  the  Son  of  David.     Matt.  xxi.  9. 


1  HOSANNA  to  th'  Eternal  Son 

Of  David's  ancient  line; 
His  natures  two,  his  person  one, 
Mysterious  and  Divine. 

2  Blessed  is  he  that  comes  to  men 

With  joyful  news  from  heav'n : 
Hosanna  in  the  highest  strain, 
To  Christ  the  Lord  be  given. 

3  Let  mortals  ne'er  refuse  to  take 

Hosannas  on  their  tongues, 
Lest  rocks  and  stones  should  rise  and  break 
Their  silence  into  sonsrs. 


103. 


HOLY  SPIRIT. 

THE  HOLY  SPIRIT.* 

C.  M. — Dunchurch.    Dundee. 
The  Spirit  desired. 


d      1  GREAT  Father  of  our  feeble  race, 
Here  would  thy  servants  wait : 
With  longing  eyes  and  lifted  hands, 
We  flock  around  thy  gate. 

2  O  shed  abroad  that  choicest  gift, 

Thy  Spirit  from  above; 
To  fill  our  eyes  with  sacred  light, 
And  fire  our  hearts  with  love. 

3  Blest  earnest  of  eternal  joy, 

Declare  our  sins  forgiv'n : 
cr        And  bear  with  energy  divine, 

Our  raptur'd  thoughts  to  heav'n. 

4  Diffuse,  O  God,  thy  copious  show'rs. 

Thy  richest  grace  disclose: 
And  cause  the  barren  wilderness 
To  blossom  as  the  rose. 

Doddridge. 


104 


H.  M.— Hartford.     Bethesda. 
Pleading  the  promise  of  the  Spirit 


aff      10  THOU  that  nearest  prayer, 

Atten  d  our  humble  cry m, 
And  let  thy  servants  share 

Thy  blessing  from  on  high  : 
We  plead  the  promise  of  thy  word  j 
Grant  us  thy  Holy  Spirit,  Lord. 

p  M    2  If  earthly  parents  hear 

Their  children  when  they  cry ; 
If  they  with  love  sincere, 
Their  varied  wants  supply: 
cr  Much  more  wilt  thou  thy  love  display, 

And  answer  when  thy  children  pray. 


*  See  Trinity,  Gospel,  Doctrinal,  Revival,  &c,  also  Hymns  139, 
24!,  and  242. 


310  HYMNS. 

3  Our  heav'nly  Father,  thou  ; 

We,  children  of  thy  grace: 
O  let  thy  Spirit  now 

Descend  and  fill  the  place  : 
So  shall  we  feel  the  heav'nly  flame, 
And  all  unite  to  praise  thy  name. 

4  Oh,  may  that  sacred  fire, 

Descending  from  above, 
Our  languid  hearts  inspire 

With  fervent  zeal  and  love ; 
Enlighten  our  beclouded  eyes. 
And  teach  our  grov'ling  souls  to  rise. 

5  And  send  thy  Spirit  down 

On  all  the  nations,  Lord, 
With  great  success  to  crown 

The  preaching  of  thy  word, 
Till  heathen  lands  shall  own  thy  sway 
And  cast  their  idol  gods  away. 

Pratt's  Coll. 

C.  M.— Dundee. 
Prayer  for  the  Holy  Spirit. 

d     1  COME,  Holy  Spirit,  heav'nly  Dove, 
With  all  thy  quick'ning  pow'rs  j 
Kindle  a  flame  of  sacred  love 
In  these  cold  hearts  of  ours. 

di    2  Look  how  we  grovel  here  below, 
Fond  of  these  trifling  toys  ; 
Our  souls  can  neither  fly  nor  go, 
To  reach  eternal  joys. 

H   3  In  vain  we  tune  our  formal  songs, 
In  vain  we  strive  to  rise : 
Hosannas  languish  on  our  tongues, 
— p         And  our  devotion  dies. 

off  4  Dear  Lord,  and  shall  we  ever  live 
At  this  poor  dying  rate  ! 
Our  love  so  faint,  so  cold  to  thee, 
And  thine  to  us  so  great! 

cr    5  Gome,  Holy  Spirit,  heav'nly  Dove, 
With  all  thy  quick'ning  pow'rs ; 
Come  shed  abroad  a  Saviour's  love 
And  that  shall  kindle  ours. 


105 


HOLY  SPIRIT.  3U 

1  C\R  S'  M'~ Watchmav-    Haverhill. 

J-  vOi  Invocation  to  the  Holy  Spirit. 

p.d  1  COME,  Holy  Spirit,  come  ! 
Let  thy  bright  beams  arise, 
Dispel  the  sorrow  from  our  minds, 
The  darkness  from  our  eyes. 

2  Convince  us  of  our  sin, 

Then  lead  to  Jesus'  blood  ; 
And  to  our  wond'ring  view  reveal 
The  secret  love  of  God. 

3  'Tis  thine  to  cleanse  the  heart, 

To  sanctify  the  soul, 
cr        To  pour  fresh  light  in  every  part, 
And  new  create  the  whole. 

4  Revive  our  drooping  faith, 

Our  doubts  and  fears  remove, 
f         And  kindle  in  our  hearts  the  flame 
Of  never  dying  love. 

Hart, 


107. 


C.  M.—Rarby.     Chester. 
Invocation  before  sermon. 


d      1  NOW  may  the  Spirit's  holy  fire, 
Descending  from  above, 
His  waiting  heritage  inspire 
With  joy,  and  peace,  and  love. 

vi     2  Wake,  heav'nly  wind,  arise  and  come, 
Blow  on  the  drooping  field; 

di        Our  spices  then  shall  rich  perfume 
And  fragrant  incense  yield. 

3  Touch  with  a  living  coal,  the  lip 
That  shall  proclaim  thy  word  ; 
And  bid  us  all  devoutly  keep 
o  Attention  to  the  Lord. 


Anon. 


1  flQ  S*  M'— Watchman-     no*er. 

JL  V/O  •  Pleading  for  the  Spirit. 

d      1  COME,  gracious  Spirit,  come, 
With  energy  divine ; 
And  on  this  poor,  benighted  soul, 
With  beams  of  mercy  shine. 


812  HYMNS. 

tx    2  Oh,  melt  this  frozen  heart, 

This  stubborn  will  subdue  ; 
These  evil  passions  overcome, 
And  form  my  soul  anew. 

vi     3  From  the  celestial  hills, 

Life,  light,  and  joy  dispense, 
That  I  may  daily,  hourly  feel, 
Thy  quick'ning  influence. 

4  Mine  will  the  blessing  be : 
But  thine  be  all  the  praise ; 
And  unto  thee  will  I  devote 
The  remnant  of  my  days. 

Rippon's  Colt 
-t  f\f\  L.  M.—  Repose.     Uxbridge. 

J-  v/t/»  Invocation  of  the  Spirit. 

d      1  COME,  Holy  Spirit,  heav'nly  Guest, 
And  make  thy  mansion  in  my  breast ; 
Dispel  my  doubts,  my  fears  control. 
And  heal  the  anguish  of  my  soul. 

2  Come,  make  thy  constant  dwelling  here, 
Fill  me  with  hope,  dispel  my  fear ; 
Still  let  thy  presence  cheer  my  heart, 
Nor  sin  compel  thee  to  depart. 

cr     3  Thou  God  of  love  and  peace  divine, 
O  make  thy  light  within  me  shine ! 
Forgive  my  sins,  my  guilt  remove, 
And  send  the  tokens  of  thy  love. 

Higinbotham. 

11  f\  L.  M. — Luton.    Dukestreet. 

A  v/»  Leadings  of  the  Spirit. 

d      1  COME,  gracious  Spirit,  heav'nly  Dove, 
With  light  and  comfort  from  above ; 
Be  thou  our  Guardian,  thou  our  Guide ; 
O'er  every  thought  and  step  preside. 

2  The  light  of  truth  to  us  display, 

And  make  us  know  and  choose  thy  way ! 

Plant  holy  fear  in  every  heart, 

That  we  from  God  may  ne'er  depart. 

3  Conduct  us  safe,  conduct  as  far 
From  sin  and  every  hurtful  snare ; 
Lead  us  to  holiness,  the  road 

That  we  must  take  to  dwell  with  God. 


HOLY  SPIRIT.  81 

A  Lead  us  to  God,  our  final  rest, 
In  his  enjoyment  to  be  blest ; 
Lead  us  to'  heav'n,  the  seat  of  bliss, 
Where  pleasure  in  perfection  is. 

Browne 

U  Vs.— German  Hymn. 

J-  •  Iniluences  of  the  Spirit. 

d      1  GRACIOUS  Spirit!  Love  divine ! 
Let  thy  light  within  me  shine  ; 
Let  my  guilty  fears  remove. 
Fill  me  with  thy  heav'nly  love. 

2  Speak  thy  pard'ning  grace  to  me  ; 
Set  the  burden'd  sinner  free  : 
Lead  me  to  the  Lamb  of  God, 
Wash  me  in  his  precious  blood. 

3  Life  and  peace  to  me  impart, 
Seal  salvation  on  my  heart ; 

p  Breathe  thyself  into  my  breast, 

cr         Earnest  of  immortal  rest 

4  Let  me  never  from  thee  stray, 
Keep  me  in  the  narrow  way ; 
Fill  my  soul  with  joy  divine, 
Keep  me,  Lord,  for  ever  thine. 


Slacker. 


112. 


L.  ^L—Uxbridge. 
Quickening  gales  of  the  Spirit. 


d      1  AT  anchor  laid,  remote  from  home, 

To  thee  I  cry,  "  O  Spirit,  come !" 
di         Celestial  breeze,  no  longer  stay, 
cr        But  swell  my  sails  and  speed  my  way. 

d      2  Fain  would  I  feel  the  Spirit  move, 
In  breathings  of  celestial  love; 
And  while  I  spread  my  feeble  sails, 
Oh  send  thy  gentle,  quick'ning  gales  ! 

Toplady. 


113 


C.  M.—Burford.     Dunchurch. 
•  Witnessing  and  sealing  of  the  Spirit.     Rom.  viii.  14,  IS 
Eph.  i.  13,  14. 


off  1  WHY  should  the  children  of  a  King 
Go  mourning  all  their  days  ! 
Great  Comforter,  descend,  and  bring 
Some  tokens  of  thy  grace. 
27 


314  HYMNS. 

2  Dost  thou  not  dwell  in  all  the  saints, 

And  seal  them  heirs  of  heav'n? 
When  wilt  thou  banish  my  complaints, 
And  show  my  sins  forgiv'n? 

3  Assure  my  conscience  of  her  part 

In  the  Redeemer's  blood  ; 
And  bear  thy  witness  with  my  hears 
That  I  am  born  of  God. 

4  Thou  art  the  earnest  of  his  love, 

The  pledge  of  joys  to  come  ; 
d  And  thy  soft  wings,  celestial  Dovey 

Will  safe  convey  me  home. 


114 


L.  M. — Luton,     ex.     Repose. 
Presence  of  the  Comforter. 


off  1  SURE  the  blest  Comforter  is  nigh; 

'Tis  he  sustains  my  fainting  heart; 
Else  would  my  hope  for  ever  die, 
And  eveiy  cheering  ray  depart. 

2  WThene'er  to  call  the  Saviour  mine, 
With  ardent  wish  my  heart  aspires  : 
Can  it  be  less  than  power  divine, 
Which  animates  these  strong  desires  1 

cr     3  And  when  my  cheerful  hope  can  say, 
I  love  my  God  and  taste  his  grace  j 
Lord,  is  it  not  thy  blissful  ray, 

Which  brings  this  dawn  of  sacred  peace. 

4  Let  thy  good  Spirit  in  my  heart 
For  ever  dwell,  O  God  of  love  ; 
And  light  and  heav'nly  peace  impart, 
Sweet  earnest  of  the  joys  above. 

Steele. 
L.  M. — Luton. 

Work  of  the  Holy  Spirit. 

1  ETERNAL  Spirit,  we  confess 
And  sing  the  wonders  of  thy  grace  ; 
Thy  power  conveys  our  blessings  down 
From  God  the  Father  and  the  Son. 

2  Enlighten'd  by  thy  heav'nly  ray, 
Our  shades  and  darkness  turn  to  day; 
Thine  inward  teachings  make  us  know 
Our  danger  and  our  refuge  too. 


115. 


TRINITY.  315 

di     3  Thy  power  and  glory  work  within, 
To  break  the  chains  of  raging  sin  ; 
cr         Our  wild  imperious  lusts  subdue, 

And  form  our  wretched  hearts  anew. 
di     4  The  troubled  conscience  knows  thy  voice, 
cr         Thy  cheering  words  awake  our  joys  ; 
— di     Thy  words  allay  the  stormy  wind, 
— pp    And  calm  the  surges  of  the  mincL 

mL.  M.— Luton.     Uxbridge. 
•  Power  of  the  Spirit  upon  the  heart 

1  JESUS,  thy  witness  speaks  within: 

The  doctrine  which  thy  words  reveal, 
Refines  the  heart  from  sense  and  sin, 
And  stamps  its  own  celestial  seaL 

2  'Tis  God's  all-sovereign  gracious  hand, 

Subdues  and  forms  the  heart  anew, 

Transgression  can  no  more  withstand, 

But  bows  and  owns  that  God  is  true. 

3  The  guilty  soul  that  trusts  thy  blood, 

Finds  peace  and  pardon  at  the  cross ; 
The  soul  that  was  averse  to  God, 
Receives  and  loves  his  Maker's  laws. 

4  Let  proud  opposers  cease  their  strife, 

And  own,  O  Lord,  the  work  is  thine : 
cr         Tlie  Spirit  calls  the  dead  to  life 

By  power  Almighty  and  divine. 


117 


THE  TRINITY.* 

C.  M.— Colchester.     Retirement. 
The  Trinity.     Eph.  ii.  13. 

1  FATHER  of  glory,  to  thy  name 

Immortal  praise  we  give. 
Who  dost  an  act  of  grace  proclaim, 
And  bid  us  rebels  live. 

2  Immortal  honor  to  the  Son 

Who  makes  thine  anger  cease; 
Our  lives  he  ransom'd  with  his  own, 
He  died  to  make  our  peace. 

*  See  Doxolochbs. 


316  HYMNS. 

3  To  thine  Almighty  Spirit  be 
Immortal  glory  given, 
Whose  influ'nee  brings  us  near  to  thee, 
And  trains  us  up  for  heav'n. 
cr     4  Let  men  with  their  united  voice 
Adore  the  triune  God, 
And  spread  his  honors  and  their  joys 
Through  nations  far  abroad. 
5  Let  faith  and  love  and  duty  join. 
One  gen'ral  song  to  raise  ; 
Let  saints  on  earth  and  heav'n  combine 
In  harmony  and  praise. 

1-1  Q  C.  M.— St.  Ann's. 

-LO»  The  unseen  Trinity. 

mcB  1  OUR  soaring  spirits  fain  would  rise 
Tow'rd  the  celestial  throne, 
Where  ever  dwell  the  blessed  Three, 
The  undivided  One. 

2  Our  reason  stretches  every  thought 
To  climb  above  the  sky; 
di         But  oh  how  far  beneath  thy  feet 
The  groveling  mind  must  lie. 

cr    3  Thy  glories  infinitely  rise 

Above  our  lab'ring  tongue  ; 
In  vain  the  highest  seraph  tries 
To  form  an  equal  song. 

Ik  f\  6's  and  4's.— New  Haven.     Trinity. 

JL  £/•  Invocation. 

vi  M        l  COME,  thou  Almighty  King, 
Help  us  thy  name  to  sing, 

Help  us  to  praise  : 
Father  all-glorious, 
O'er  all  victorious, 
Come  and  reign  over  us, 
Ancient  of  days. 
2  Come,  thou  Incarnate  Wcrdj 
Jesus,  our  glorious  Lord, 
d  Our  prayer  attend  ; 

Come,  and  thy  people  bless  ; 
Come,  give  thy  word  success, 
Spirit  of  holiness, 
On  us  descend. 


TRINITY.  317 

m/~N         3  Come,  holy  Comforter, 
Thy  sacred  witness  bear 

In  this  glad  hour: 
Thou  who  Almighty  art 
Now  rule  in  every  heart, 
And  ne'er  from  us  depart, 

Spirit  of  power. 

f  4  To  the  great  One  in  Three 

The  highest  praises  be. 

Hence  evermore : 
His  sovereign  majesty, 
May  we  in  glory  see, 
And  to  eternity, 
Love  and  adore. 

Anon. 
■J   £)f\  C.  M.— Xew  Cambridge.     Colchester. 

A  /£>\J»  Praise  to  the  Trinity. 

1  LET  those  neglect  thy  glory,  Lord, 

Who  never  knew  thy  grace  ; 
But  wc  thy  wonders  will  record, 
In  joyful  songs  of  praise. 

2  'Twas  he,  whose  glory  ne'er  decays, 

That  form'd  us  by  a  word ; 
'Tis  he  redeems  our  ruin'd  race: 
Salvation  to  the  Lord. 

cr    3  We  raise  our  thanks,  O  God,  to  thee, 
Before  thy  lofty  throne: 
All  glory  to  th'  united  three, 
The  undivided  one. 
/    4  Hosanna  !  let  the  earth  an^  skies, 
Repeat  the  joyful  sound  ; 
Rocks,  hills,  and  vales  reflect  the  voice, 
In  one  eternal  round. 


121. 


5  and  6's.     Peculiar. — Missionary  H. 
Praise  to  the  Trinity. 

1  GREAT  Author  of  creation, 
When  all  thy  work  was  done, 
Loud  shouts  of  exultation 

Re-echo'd  round  thy  throne ; 
The  morning  stars  were  ringing, 

Throughout  the  vault  above; 
The  sons  of  God  were  singing 
Thy  wisdom,  power,  and  love. 
27* 


318  HYMNS. 

2  Blest  Author  of  salvation, 

When  Adam's  sinful  race 
Had  sunk  in  desolation, 

Had  fall'n  in  death's  embrace  ; 
Oh,  then  thy  Love  hung  bleeding, 

Upon  the  cross  to  die : 
That  Love  still  interceding,  J? 

Is  prevalent  on  high. 

off       3  Thou  new-creating  Spirit, 

Thou  Searcher  of  the  heart; 
Who,  through  the  Saviour's  merit, 

Dost  quick'ning  grace  impart : 
Thou  precious  gift  from  heaven, 

Thou  messenger  of  peace, 
Speak  all  our  sins  forgiven, 

And  make  our  joys  increase. 

vi        4  Thou  triune  God,  before  thee 
Shall  every  creature  bow, 
Confess  that  thou  art  worthy, 

With  rapture  or  in  wo  : 
Angels  shall  shout  thy  praises, 
And  saints  lift  up  their  voice, 
While  every  song  that  rises 
Shall  bid  the  heav'ns  rejoice. 

Mi 


122, 


THE  GOSPEL.* 


M.— Sterling.     Uxbridge. 
Object  of  the  gospel. 


1 1     1  THIS  is  the  word  of  truth  and  love, 
Sent  to  the  nations  from  above, 
Jehovah  here  resolves  to  show 
What  his  Almighty  grace  can  do. 

2  This  remedy  did  Wisdom  find 
To  heal  diseases  of  the  mind: 
This  sovereign  balm,  whose  virtues  can 
Restore  the  ruin'd  creature  man. 

*  See  Scriptures,  Christ,  Doctrinal,  The  Lord's  Supper,  &c. 
also  Psalms  89,  98,  110. 


GOSPEL.  319 

cr    3  The  gospel  bids  the  dead  revive, 
Sinners  obey  the  voice  and  live; 
Dry  bones  are  rais'd  and  cloth'd  afresh, 
And  hearts  of  stone  are  turn'd  to  flesh. 

4  Lions    and  beasts  of  savage  name, 
Put  on  the  nature  of  the  Lamb, 
While  the  wide  world,  esteem  it  strange, 
Gaze,  and  admire,  and  hate  the  change. 

d      5  May  but  this  grace  my  soul  renew, 
ag       Let  sinners  gaze  and  hate  me  too: 
vi         The  word  that  saves  me  does  engage 
A  sure  defence  from  all  their  rage. 


123 


L.  M. — Luton.    Rothwell. 
Excellence  of  the  gospeL 

m     1  GOD,  in  the  gospel  of  his  Son, 

Makes  his  eternal  counsels  known; 
'Tis  here  his  richest  mercy  shines, 
And  truth  is  drawn  in  fairest  lines. 

2  Here  sinners  of  an  humble  frame 

May  taste  his  grace  and  learn  his  name, 
'Tis  writ  in  characters  of  blood, 
Severely  just,  immensely  good. 

3  Here  Jesus  in  ten  thousand  ways, 
His  soul-attracting  charms  displays  ; 
Recounts  his  poverty  and  pains, 

d  And  tells  his  love  in  melting  strains. 

'     4  Wisdom  its  dictates  here  imparts, 

To  form  our  minds,  to  cheer  our  hearts, 
Its  influence  makes  the  sinner  live. 
And  bids  the  drooping  saint  revive. 

5  Our  raging  passions  it  controls, 
Brings  peace  to  humble,  contrite  souls, 
Opens  a  better  world  to  view, 
And  guides  us  all  our  journey  through. 

d      6  May  this  blest  volume  ever  lie 

Close  to  my  heart,  and  near  my  eye; 
Till  life's  last  hour  my  soul  engage. 
And  be  my  chosen  heritage. 

Beddome. 


320  HYMNS. 


124 


L.  M. — Slonefielcl.    Repose. 
A  Saviour  revealed  in  the  Bible. 


1  NOW  let  my  soul,  Eternal  King, 
To  thee  its  grateful  tribute  bring 
My  heart  with  humble  homage  bow, 
My  tongue  perform  its  solemn  vow. 

2  All  nature  sings  thy  boundless  love, 
In  worlds  below  and  worlds  above : 
But  in  thy  blessed  word  I  trace 
Diviner  wonders  of  thy  grace. 

3  There,  what  delightful  truths  I  read! 
aff       There,  I  behold  a  Saviour  bleed  : 

d  His  name  salutes  my  list'ning  ear, 

Revives  my  heart  and  checks  my  fear. 

p      4  There,  Jesus  bids  my  sorrows  cease, 

And  gives  my  lab'ring  conscience  peace  : 

cr        Raises  my  grateful  passions  high, 
And  points  to  mansions  in  the  sky. 

—f  5  For  love  like  this,  O  let  my  song 

Through  endless  years  thy  praise  prolong, 
And  distant  climes  thy  name  adore, 
Till  time  and  nature  are  no  more. 

Heginlotham 

C.  M. — Remembrance.     Fabius. 
God  glorified  in  the  gospel. 

vi     1  THE  Lord,  descending  from  above, 
Invites  his  children  near, 
Mercy,  and  truth,  and  boundless  love 
Display  their  glories  here. 

2  Here,  in  the  gospel's  heav'nly  frame, 

What  wisdom  we  perceive ; 
We  learn  of  thy  beloved  name. 
And  m  that  name  believe. 

3  Deep  graven  in  celestial  lines, 

Thy  wonders  here  we  trace ; 
Wisdom  through  all  the  myst'ry  shines, 
Shines  in  Immanuel's  face. 

1 1    4  The  law  its  best  obedience  owes 
To  our  incarnate  God  : 
And  thy  avenging  justice  shows 
Its  honors  in  his  blood. 


125 


GOSPEL.  3a 

vi     5  But  still,  the  lustre  of  thy  grace 
cr  Our  warmest  thought  employs, 

Gilds  the  whole  scene  with  brighter  rays, 
And  more  exalts  our  joys. 

-|   Q£J  C.  M.— Dundee,    ex. 

JL&yJ*  Gospel  call  embraced. 

aff  1  HOW  sad  our  state  by  nature  is, 
Our  sin,  how  deep  its  stains ! 
And  Satan  binds  our  captive  souls 
Fast  in  his  slavish  chains. 

cr    2  But  there's  a  voice  of  sovereign  grace, 
Sounds  from  the  sacred  word: 
"Ho!  ye  despairing  sinners  come," 
And  trust  th'  atoning  Lord. 

vi     3  My  soul  obeys  th'  Almighty  call, 
And  runs  to  this  relief: 
I  would  believe  thy  promise.  Lord  ; 
di  Oh  help  my  unbelief. 

d      4  To  the  dear  fountain  of  thy  blood, 
Incarnate  God,  I  fly ! 
Here  would  I  cleanse  my  guilty  soul 
From  sins  of  deepest  dye. 

5  A  sinful,  weak,  and  helpless  worm, 
Into  thine  arms  I  fall; 
Be  thou  my  strength,  my  righteousness, 
My  Saviour,  and  my  all. 

-I   QJ-Y  C.  yi.— Colchester. 

L/C  I   •  Different  success  of  the  gospel.     1  Cor.  i.  S3,  21  iii.  C  7, 
2  Cor.  ii.  16. 

1  CHRIST  and  his  cross  are  all  our  theme; 

The  myst'ries  that  we  speak, 
Are  scandal  in  the  Jews'  esteem, 
And  folly  to  the  Greek. 

2  But  souls  enlighten'd  from  above 

With  joy  receive  the  word: 
They  see  what  wisdom,  power,  and  love. 
Shine  in  their  dying  Lord. 

3  The  vital  savor  of  his  name 

Restores  their  fainting  breath  ; 
di        But  unbelief  perverts  the  same 
To  guilt,  despair,  and  death. 


HYMNS. 


Till  God  diffuse  his  graces  down 
Like  show'rs  of  heav'nly  rain, 

In  vain  Apollos  sows  the  ground, 
And  Paul  may  plant  in  vain. 


128. 


S.  M.— Clapton. 
The  gospel. 


f  1  THE  law  by  Moses  came, 

But  peace  and  truth  and  love 
Were  brought  by  Christ,  a  nobler  name 
Descending  from  above. 

2  Amid  the  house  of  God 

Their  different  works  were  done  j 
Moses,  a  faithful  servant  stood, 
Christ,  a  beloved  Son.] 

3  Then  to  his  new  commands 

Be  strict  obedience  paid  : 
O'er  all  his  Father's  house  he  stands 
The  sovereign  and  the  Head. 

4  The  man  that  durst  despise 

The  law  that  Moses  brought, 
ag       Behold  !  how  terribly  he  dies 
For  his  presumptuous  fault. 

5  But  sorer  vengeance  falls 

On  that  rebellious  race, 
Who  hear  not,  when  the  Saviour  calls. 
And  dare  resist  his  grace. 


129. 


DOCTRINAL.* 


C.  M.—Moreland. 
The  fall  of  man. 


1 1  1  THEY  came  to  the  forbidden  tret* 
And  tasted  of  the  food  : 

ex  'Twas  death,  'twas  endless  misery, 
Beneath  the  wrath  of  God. 


*  See  Scriptures,  God  and  his  Attributes,  Christ  Holy  Spinrf 
Trinity,  Gospel,  The  Lord's  Suppee,  &c. 


DOCTRINAL FALL  OF  MAN.  323 

off  2  How  awful  was  the  curse  of  sin  ! 
How  deep  was  The  disgrace  ! 
Guilt  and  pollution  reign  within, 
And  desolate  the  race. 
1 1     3  There's  none  that  looks  to  heaven's  abodej 
Or  treads  the  narrow  way : 
There's  none  that  seeketh  after  God  ; 
For  all  have  gone  astray. 
4  What  thoughts  and  feelings  that  defile, 
What  purposes  unseen  ; 
Actions  that  show  the  heart  is  vile, 
Unholy  and  unclean  ! 
cr    5  The  world  is  in  rebellion  cast, 
Man's  nature  is  undone  ; 
The  whole  creation  runs  to  waste, 
By  sin  and  death  o'erthrown. 

di     6  No  single  ray  of  holiness 

Will  rise  within  the  heart. 
Till  God  by  his  renewing  grace 
The  heav'nly  gift  impart. 

M.  s. 

~\   Of\  c-  VL— Windsor.    Mor eland. 

J-  ^  \J •  The  fall  of  man  ;  or,  the  first  and  second  Adam. 

aff  1  BACKWARD  we  look  with  grief  and  shame 
On  our  original ; 
On  all  the  race  what  ruin  came, 
Through  our  first  father's  fall. 
2  What  dreadful  darkness  veils  the  mind, 
How  obstinate  the  will ! 
To  all  that's  good  averse  and  blind, 
And  prone  to  all  that's  ill. 
n    3  What  mortal  power  from  things  unclean, 
Can  pure  productions  bring? 
Who  can  command  a  vital  stream 
From  an  infected  spring? 
d    4  Yet,  mighty  God,  thy  wondrous  love 
Can  make  us  pure  within  : 
Christ  and  his  grace  prevail  above 
The  tempter,  death,  and  sin. 
cr  5  The  second  Adam  shall  restore 
Salvation  to  our  race  ; 
He  saves  by  new-creating  power, 
Through  free  and  sov'reign  grace. 


324  HYMNS. 

-J   Q  "I  I*  M.-  Luton,     ex.     Quito. 

L  O  JL  •  The  first  and  second  Adam.     Rom.  v.  12,  &c. 

off  1  DEEP  in  the  dust  before  thy  throne, 
Our  guilt  and  our  disgrace  we  own; 
Great  God,  we  own  th'  unhappy  name 
Whence  sprang  our  nature  and  our  shame. 

mcB  2  But  while  our  spirits,  fill'd  with  awe, 
Behold  the  terrors  of  thy  law; 
We  sing  the  honors  of  that  love, 
That  sent  salvation  from  above. 

vi     3  We  sing  thine  everlasting  Son, 

Who  join'd  our  nature  to  his  own  : 
Adam  the  second  from  the  dust, 
Raises  the  ruins  of  the  first. 
4  Where  sin  did  reign  and  death  abound, 
There  have  the  sons  of  Adam  found 
Immortal  life  and  matchless  grace, 
Through  the  Redeemer  of  our  race 

1   OO  C.  M.— Moreland. 

-L  W^Vi  Deceitfulness  of  sin. 

i  I     1  SIN  has  a  thousand  treach'rous  arts, 
To  practise  on  the  mind  ; 
With  flatt'ring  looks,  to  tempt  our  hearts, 
Yet  leave  a  sting  behind. 

2  With  names  of  virtue  it  deceives 

The  aged  and  the  young; 
And,  while  the  heedless  soul  believes, 
It  makes  the  fetters  strong. 

3  It  pleads  for  all  the  joys  it  brings, 

And  gives  a  fair  pretence ; 
But  cheats  the  soul  of  heav'nly  things, 
And  chains  it  down  to  sense. 
[4  So.  on  a  tree  divinely  fair, 
Grew  the  forbidden  food  ; 
Our  parents  took  the  poison  there, 
And  tainted  all  their  blood.] 

1   QQ  C.  M.—  Windsor. 

AOO»  Depravity. 

off  I  GREAT  King  of  Glory  and  of  Grace  i 
We  own,  with  humble  shame, 
How  vile  is  our  degen'rate  race, 
And  our  first  parent's  name- 


DOCTRINAL   .       MAN'S  DEPRAVITY.  31 

2  We  live  estrang'd,  afar  from  God 
And  love  the  distance  well ; 
With  haste  we  run  the  downward  road, 
That  leads  to  death  and  hell. 

di     3  And  can  such  rebels  be  restor'd  ! 

Such  natures  made  divine ! 
vi         Let  sinners  see  thy  Glory,  Lord, 

And  feel  this  power  of  thine. 

cr     4  Praise  to  the  Sovereign  Power  on  high, 
Whose  Spirit  oft  descends, 
To  bring  rebellious  strangers  nigh, 
Converting  foes  to  friends 

I  O  A  S.  M.-St.  Giles. 

-L  O^fe.  Man  guilty. 

aff  1  AH.  how  shall  fallen  man 
Be  just  before  his  God  ? 
If  he  contend  in  righteousness, 
We  fall  beneath  his  rod. 

2  If  he  our  ways  should  mark 

With  strict  inquiring  eyes, 
Could  we,  for  one  of  thousand  faults, 
A  just  excuse  devise  ? 

3  All-seeing,  powerful  God, 

WTho  can  with  thee  contend  ? 
Or  who  that  tries  th'  unequal  strife, 
Shall  prosper  in  the  end? 

ag    4  The  mountains  in  thy  wrath, 
Their  ancient  seats  forsake  ; 
The  trembling  earth  deserts  her  place, 
Her  rooted  pillars  shake. 

5  Ah,  how  shall  guilty  man 
Contend  with  such  a  God  ? 
None,  none  can  meet  him  and  escape, 
But  through  the  Saviour's  blood  ! 

Epis.  OoU. 
I  Qr  C  M.—  Windsor.    Mor eland. 

JL  Oty  •    Conviction  of  sin  by  the  law.     Rom.  vii.  8,  9. 

aff  1  LORD,  how  secure  my  conscience  was, 
And  felt  no  inward  dread  ! 
I  was  alive,  without  the  law, 
And  thought  my  sins  were  dead. 
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326  HYMNS. 

2  My  hopes  of  heav'n  were  firm  and  bright 

But  since  the  precept  came. 
With  a  convincing  power  and  light, 
I  find  how  vile  I  am. 

3  My  guilt  appear'd  but  small  before/ 
ag  Till  terribly  I  saw, 

How  perfect,  holy,  just,  and  pure, 
Is  thine  eternal  law. 

4  Then  felt  my  soul  the  heavy  load, 

My  sins  reviv'd  again  : 
I  had  provok'd  a  dreadful  God, 
And  all  my  hopes  were  slain. 

5  I'm  like  a  helpless  captive,  sold 

Under  the  pow'r  of  sin  ; 
I  cannot  do  the  things  I  would, 
Nor  keep  my  conscience  clean. 

ex    6  My  God,  I  cry  with  every  breath 
For  some  kind  Pow'r  to  save  ; 
Lord,  break  the  bonds  of  sin  and  death* 
And  thus  redeem  the  slave. 


136. 


C.  M. — Burford.      Windsor 
Sense  of  sin. 


aff  1  THE  deep  defilement  of  the  heart, 
O  how  can  I  endure  ! 
The  inner  man  in  every  part, 
Unholy  and  impure ! 

2  How  can  I  look  to  thy  abode, 

Or  how  for  mercy  pray  ? 
Oh  !  lead  me  to  the  Lamb  of  God, 
And  take  my  guilt  away  ! 

3  If  thou  hast  shed  one  beam  of  heav'n 

On  this  dark  soul  of  mine, 
'Tis  by  the  Holy  Spirit  giv'n, 
The  glory  shall  be  thine. 

5     y  MS 

I   ^Vlf  C"  m-—RoCnesier-     Barby. 

Al/I  •  Love  to  the  creature  dangerous. 

aff  1  HOW  vain  are  all  things  here  below, 
How  false,  and  yet  how  fair ! 
Each  pleasure  hath  its  poison  too, 
And  every  sweet  a  snare. 


DOCTRINAL TEMPTATION. 

2  The  brightest  things  below  the  sky, 

Give  but  a  flatt'ring  light ; 
We  should  suspect  some  danger  nigh, 
Where  we  possess  delight. 

3  Our  dearest  joys,  our  nearest  friends, 

The  partners  of  our  blood, 
How  they  divide  our  wavering  minds, 
And  leave  but  half  for  God ! 

4  The  fondness  of  a  creature's  love — 

How  strong  it  strikes  the  sense  ! 
Thither  the  warm  affections  move, 
Nor  can  we  call  them  thence. 

5  Dear  Saviour!  let  thy  beauties  be 

My  soul's  eternal  food : 
And  grace  command  my  heart  away, 
From  all  created  good. 

1QQ  C.  M. —  Windsor.     Moreland. 

tJ{J*        Temptation  to  presumption  and  despair. 

aff  1  I  HATE  the  tempter  and  his  charms. 
I  hate  his  flatt'ring  breath  ; 
While  he  assumes  ten  thousand  forms, 
To  lure  the  soul  to  death 

ft    2  He  feeds  our  hopes  with  airy  dreams, 
Or  leads  to  slavish  fear, 
And  holds  us  still  in  wide  extremes, 
Presumption  or  despair. 

3  Now  he  persuades  ;'  how  easy  'tis 

To  walk  the  road  to  heav'n  ;" 
Anon,  he  swells  our  sins,  and  cries, 
"  They  cannot  be  forgiv'n." 

4  Thus  he  supports  his  cruel  throne 

By  mischief  and  deceit; 
And  drags  the  sons  of  Adam  down 
To  darkness  and  the  pit 

5  Almighty  God  !  cut  short  his  pow'r, 

Restrain  his  cruel  ra^e; 
Nor  let  him  vex  thy  children  more, 
Or  mar  thy  heritage. 


328  HYMNS. 

1  QQ  &  M.—Burford.     Barby.    ex. 

JLOt/t  Need  of  spiritual  renovation. 

aff  1  HOW  helpless  guilty  nature  lies, 
Unconscious  of  her  load  ! 
The  heart  unchang'd  can  never  rise 
To  happiness  and  God. 

2  Can  aught  beneath  a  pow'r  divine, 
A  stubborn  will  subdue  ? 
'Tis  thine,  eternal  Spirit,  thine 
To  form  the  heart  anew. 

vi     3  'Tis  thine  the  passions  to  recall, 
And  bid  them  upward  rise  ; 
To  make  the  scales  of  error  fall 
From  reason's  darken'd  eyes ; 

4  To  chase  the  shades  of  death  away, 
And  bid  the  sinner  live : 
A  beam  of  heav'n,  a  vital  ray, 
'Tis  thine  alone  to  give. 

m     5  Renew  these  wretched  hearts  of  ours, 

O  give  us  life  divine  ! 
cr        Then  shall  our  passions  and  our  pow'rs, 

Almighty  Lord,  be  thine. 


1  A C\  C-  M—  Rochesier-  Barbv- 

A  ftvy»  Regeneration.    John  i.  13.  iii.  3,  &c. 

1  '     1  NOT  all  the  outward  forms  on  earth, 
Nor  rites  that  God  has  giv'n  ; 
Nor  will  of  man,  nor  blood,  nor  birth, 
Can  raise  a  soul  to  heav'n. 

2  The  sovereign  will  of  God  alone, 
Creates  us  heirs  of  grace, 
Born  in  the  image  of  his  Son, 
A  new,  peculiar  race. 

p      3  The  Spirit,  like  some  heav'nly  wind, 
Breathes  on  the  sons  of  flesh  ; 

cr        Creates  anew  the  carnal  mind, 
And  forms  the  man  afresh. 

vi     4  Our  quicken'd  souls  awake  and  rise 
From  the  long  sleep  of  death  : 
On  heav'nly  things  we  fix  our  eyes, 
And  praise  employs  our  breath. 


141 


DOCTRINAT REGENERATION. 

C.  M  —Dunchurch. 

The  new  creation. 


1  MIGHTY  Redeemer,  set  me  free 

From  all  the  bonds  of  sin  ; 
O  make  my  soul  alive  to  thee, 
And  cleanse  my  heart  within. 

2  Open  my  eyes,  unstop  my  ears. 

And  mould  my  heart  afre-sh  ; 
Give  me  new  passions,  joys,  and  fears, 
And  turn  the  stone  to  flesh. 

3  Far  from  the  regions  of  the  dead, 

From  sin,  and  earth,  and  hell, 
In  the  new  world  that  grace  hath  made, 
I  would  for  ever  dwell. 


L.  C.  M. — Warning 

Conviction  and  the  ne 


142. 

t »      1  AWAK'D  by  Sinai's  awful  sound, 
My  soul  in  bonds  of  guilt  I  found, 

And  knew  not  where  to  go  : 
One  solemn  truth  increas'd  my  pain — 
"  The  sinner  must  be  born  again, 
Or  sink  to  endless  wo." 

ag    2  How  did  the  law  its  thunders  roll, 
While  guilt  lay  heavy  on  my  soul, 

A  vast,  oppressive  load  ! 
All  human  aid  I  saw  was  vain, 
The  sinner  must  be  born  again, 
Or  drink  the  wrath  of  God. 

d      3  1  heard  the  saints  with  rapture  tell 

How  Jesus  conquer'd  death  and  hell, 
To  bring  salvation  near  : 
ag        Yet  would  the  dreadful  truth  remain, 
The  sinner  must  be  born  again, 
Or  sink  in  black  despair. 

d      4  But  while  I  thus  in  anguish  lay, 

The  bleeding  Saviour  pass'd  that  way, 

My  bondage  to  remove  : 
The  sinner  once  by  justice  slain, 
Now  by  his  grace  is  born  again, 

And  sings  redeeming  love. 

Ock-unu 

23* 


143 


HYMNS. 

L.  M. — Sterling.    Luther"1  s  Hymn. 
t  Christ  came  to  save,  not  to  condemn.     John  iii.  16,  lflL 

d      1  NOT  to  condemn  the  sons  of  men, 

Did  Christ  the  Son  of  God  appear; 
No  weapons  in  his  hands  are  seen, 
No  flaming  sword  nor  thunder  there. 

2  Such  was  the  pity  of  our  God, 

He  lov'd  the  race  of  man  so  well, 
He  sent  his  Son  to  bear  our  load 
Of  sin,  and  save  our  souls  from  hell. 

3  Sinners,  believe  the  Saviour's  word, 

Trust  in  his  mighty  name  and  live; 
A  thousand  joys  his  lips  afford  ; 
His  hands  a  thousand  blessings  give. 

off   4  Yet  just  damnation  ever  lies 

On  rebels,  who  refuse  his  grace  ; 
Who  God's  eternal  Son  despise — 
di  The  lowest  hell  shall  be  their  place. 


144 


C.  M.     Double.—  Moravian.    Retirement. 
Sinai  and  Zion.    Heb.  xii.  18,  <fec. 


» »     1  NOT  to  the  terrors  of  the  Lord, 

The  tempest,  fire,  and  smoke  ; 
Not  to  the  thunder  of  that  word 

Which  God  on  Sinai  spoke : 
But  we  are  come  to  Zion's  hill, 

The  city  of  our  God, 
Where  milder  words  declare  his  will, 

And  spread  his  love  abroad. 

vi     2  Behold  th'  innumerable  host 
Of  angels  cloth'd  in  light ! 
Behold  the  spirits  of  the  just, 

Whose  faith  is  turn'd  to  sight ! 
Behold  the  bless'd  assembly  there, 

Whose  names  are  writ  in  heav'n  ! 
And  God,  the  Judge  of  all,  declare 
di  Their  many  sins  forgiv'n  ! 


3  The  saints  of  earth  and  heav'n  combine, 
And  one  communion  make ; 
In  Christ  the  living  Head  they  join, 
And  of  his  grace  partake. 


DOCTRINAL REDEMPTION. 

In  such  society  as  this, 

My  weary  soul  would  rest : 

The  man  that  dwells  where  Jesus  is, 
Must  be  for  ever  blest. 

1  A  P\  S.  M.— St.  Bridges.    Psalm  25. 

JL  4rl*-/«     The  shepherd  giveth  his  life  for  the  sheep. 

off  1  LIKE  sheep  we  went  astray, 
Far  from  the  fold  of  God, 
Each  wand'ring  in  a  diflf'rent  way, 
But  all,  the  downward  road. 

ex    2  How  dreadful  was  the  hour, 

When  God  our  wand'rings  laid, 
And  did  at  once  his  vengeance  pour 
Upon  the  Shepherd's  head  ! 

3  How  glorious  was  the  grace, 

When  Christ  sustain'd  the  stroke ! 
His  vital  blood  the  Shepherd  pays, 
A  ransom  for  the  flock. 

vi     4  But  God  shall  raise  his  head 
O'er  all  the  sons  of  men  ; 
And  make  him  see  a  num'rous  seed, 
To  recompense  his  pain. 

er    5  "  I'll  give  him,"  saith  the  Lord, 
"  A  portion  with  the  strong, 
He  shall  possess  a  large  reward. 
And  hold  his  honors  long." 

1     A  r*  C.  M.— Moravian.     Barby.    ex. 

l^x)\J»  Redemption. 

off  1  PLUNG'D  in  a  gulf  of  dark  despair, 
We  wretched  sinners  lay, 
Without  one  cheering  beam  of  hope, 
Or  spark  of  glimm'ring  day. 

2  With  pitying  eye  the  Prince  of  grace 
Beheld  our  helpless  grief; 
— cr    He  saw,  and — O,  amazing  love ! 
He  came  to  our  relief. 

vi     3  Down  from  the  shining  seats  above, 

With  joyful  haste  he  fled; 
di        Enter'd  the  grave  in  mortal  flesh, 
— ].,  And  dwelt  among  the  dead. 


333  HYMNS. 

f    4  O  for  this  love  let  rocks  and  hills 
Their  lasting  silence  break, 
And  all  harmonious  human  tongues 
The  Saviour's  praises  speak! 

p      5  Angels,  assist  the  mighty  joys, 
Strike  all  your  harps  of  gold; 

f        But  when  you  raise  your  highest  notes, 
His  love  can  ne'er  be  told. 

-J     A  r*V  S.  M. —  Clapton,    ex. 

JL  'td  I  «  Christ  our  righteousness. 

1  THE  Lord  on  high  proclaims 
His  Godhead  from  his  throne : 
Mercy  and  justice  are  the  names 
By  which  he  will  be  known. 

di.aff2  Ye  dying  souls,  that  sit 

In  darkness  and  distress ; 
Look  from  the  borders  of  the  pit, 
To  his  recov'ring  grace. 

cr.vi  3  Sinners  shall  hear  the  sound ; 

Their  thankful  tongues  shall  own 
Their  righteousness  and  strength  are  found 
In  thee,  O  Lord,  alone. 

J      4  In  Christ  shall  Israel  trust, 

And  see  their  sins  forgiven  ; 

God  will  regard  the  saints  as  just, 

And  take  them  up  to  heav'n. 


148 


L.  M. — Repose.     Quito.     Seasons. 
Christ's  righteousness.     Phil.  iii.  7,  9. 

1  NO  more,  my  God,  I  boast  no  more 

Of  all  the  duties  I  have  done; 
I  quit  the  hopes  I  held  before, 
To  trust  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 

2  Now,  for  the  love  I  bear  his  name, 

What  wras  my  gain,  I  count  my  loss : 
My  former  pride  1  call  my  shame, 
And  nail  my  glory  to  his  cross. 

3  Yes,  and  I  must  and  will  esteem 

All  things  but  loss  for  Jesus'  sake ; 
O  may  my  soul  be  found  in  him, 
And  of  his  righteousness  partake. 


149. 


DOCTRINAL 8ALVATION  BY  GRACE. 

The  best  obedience  of  my  hands, 
Dares  not  appear  before  thy  throne  : 

But  faith  can  answer  thy  demands, 
By  pleading  what  my  Lord  has  done. 

C.  M.— Barby.     Chester.    Laight-street. 
God  reconciled  in  Christ. 


d      1  DEAREST  of  all  the  names  above 
My  Jesus  and  my  God, 
Who  can  resist  thy  heav'nly  love, 
Or  trifle  with  thy  blood  ! 

di    2  'Tis  by  the  merits  of  thy  death 
The  Father  smiles  again; 
'Tis  by  thine  interceding  breath. 
The  Spirit  dwells  with  men. 

3  Till  Christ  th'  incarnate  God  I  see, 
My  thoughts  no  comfort  find  ; 
mg       The  holy,  just,  and  sacred  Three, 
Bring  terror  to  the  mind. 

r»     4  But  if  Immanuel's  face  appear, 
My  hope,  my  joy  begins  ; 
His  name  forbids  my  slavish  fear, 
His  grace  removes  my  sins. 

di    5  While  Jews  on  their  own  law  rely, 
And  Greeks  of  wisdom  boast, 

cr        I  love  th'  incarnate  mystery, 
And  there  I  fix  my  trust. 

C.  M. — Cheater.    Barby.    ex. 
Salvation  by  grace.    Titus  iii.  3,  7. 

1  LORD,  we  confess  our  num'rous  faults, 
How  great  our  guilt  has  been : 
Foolish  and  vain  were  all  our  thoughts, 
And  all  our  lives  were  sin. 

cr      2  But  O,  my  soui,  for  ever  praise. 
For  ever  love  his  name, 
Who  turns  thy  feet  from  dang'rous  ways, 
Of  folly,  sin,  and  shame. 

f     [3  'Tis  not  by  works  of  righteousness 
Which  our  own  hands  have  done ; 
But  we  are  sav'd  by  sovereign  grace. 
Abounding  through  the  Son.] 


150 


331  IIYMN3. 

[4  'Tis  from  the  mercy  of  our  God, 
That  all  our  hopes  begin  ; 
'Tis  by  the  water  and  the  blood, 
Our  souls  are  wash'd  from  sin.] 
di      5  'Tis  through  the  purchase  of  his  death 

Who  hung  upon  the  tree, 
p  The  Spirit  is  sent  down  to  breathe 

On  such  dry  bones  as  we. 

cr.vi  6  Rais'd  from  the  dead,  we  live  anew ; 
And,  justified  by  grace, 
We  shall  appear  in  glory  too, 
And  see  our  Father's  face. 


M. — Grazebrook.     Clapton. 
Grace. 


151. 

/.  vi  1  GRACE,  'tis  a  charming  sound. 
Harmonious  to  the  ear  ; 
Heav'n  with  the  echo  shall  resound, 
And  all  the  earth  shall  hear. 

di      2  Grace  first  contrived  the  way, 
To  save  rebellious  man  ; 
And  all  the  steps  that  grace  display, 
Which  drew  the  wondrous  plan. 

d        3  Grace  led  my  roving  feet 

To  tread  the  heav'nly  road  ; 
And  new  supplies  each  hour  I  meet, 
While  pressing  on  to  God. 

off     4  Grace  taught  my  soul  to  pray, 
And  made  my  eyes  o'erflow ; 
'Tis  grace  hath  kept  me  to  this  day, 
And  will  not  let  me  go. 

cr      5  Grace,  all  the  work  shall  crown, 
Through  everlasting  days; 

f  It  lays  in  heav'n  the  topmost  stone, 

And  well  deserves  the  praise. 

Doddridg*. 
"I   pTQ  C.  N.—Barby.    ex. 

L*J/C*  Salvation. 

/     1  SALVATION!  O  the  joyful  sound, 
'Tis  pleasure  to  our  ears  ; 
A  sovereign  balm  for  every  wound, 

i  for  our  fi 


DOCTKIXAI SALVATION  BY  GRACE. 

off  2  Buried  in  sorrow  and  in  sin, 
At  hell's  dark  door  we  lay  ; 
But  we  arise  by  grace  divine, 
To  see  a  heav'nly  day. 

/.  vi  3  Salvation  !  let  the  echo  fly, 

The  spacious  earth  around, 
While  all  the  armies  of  the  sky 
Conspire  to  raise  the  sound. 


153, 


L.  M. — Luther's  Hymn.     ex. 
Salvation  by  grace  in  Christ. 


1  NOW  to  the  power  of  God  supreme, 

Be  everlasting  honors  giv'n; 
He  saves  from  hell,  we  bless  his  name — 
He  calls  our  wand'ring  feet  to  heav'n. 

2  Not  for  our  duties  or  deserts, 

But  of  his  own  abounding  grace, 
He  works  salvation  in  our  hearts, 
And  forms  a  people  for  his  praise. 

di      3  'Twas  his  own  purpose  that  begun 
To  rescue  rebels  doom'd  to  die; 
He  gave  us  grace  in  Christ  his  Son, 
Before  he  spread  the  starry  sky. 

cr      4  Jesus  the  Lord  appears  at  last, 

And  makes  his  Father's  counsels  known, 
Declares  the  great  transactions  past, 
And  brings  immortal  blessings  down. 

m.ex5  He  died:  and  in  that  dreadful  night 
Did  all  the  powers  of  hell  destroy; 

ttt'  Rising,  he  brought  our  heav'n  to  light, 

And  took  possession  of  the  joy. 

-I   p~A  C.  It—  Colchester.     Tunbridge. 

JL  t/4r«  Access  to  the  throne  by  a  Mediator. 

1  COME,  let  us  lift  our  joyful  eyes 
To  heav'nly  courts  above, 
And  smile  to  see  our  Father  there 
Upon  a  throne  of  love. 

p      2  Rich  were  the  drops  of  Jesus'  blood 
That  calnrd  his  frowning  face  ; 

ag       That  sprinkled  o'er  the  burning  throne, 
And  turn'd  the  wrath  to  grace. 


155. 


HYMNS. 

The  peaceful  gates  of  heav'nly  bliss 

Are  opeivd  by  the  Son  ; 
High  let  us  raise  our  notes  of  praise, 

And  reach  th'  Almighty  throne. 

To  thee,  ten  thousand  thanks  we  bring, 

Great  Advocate  on  high; 
And  glory  to  th'  Eternal  King, 

Who  lays  his  anger  by. 

L.  M. — Sterling. 
Shall  man  contend  with  God?    Job  iv.  17,  21. 

f  »     1  SHALL  the  vile  race  of  flesh  and  blood 
Contend  with  their  Creator  God? 
Shall  dying  worms  presume  to  be 
More  holy,  wise,  or  just  than  he? 

2  Behold,  he  puts  his  trust  in  none 
Of  all  the  spirits  round  his  throne ; 
Their  natures  when  compar'd  with  his, 
Are  neither  holy,  just,  nor  wise. 

3  But  how  much  meaner  things  are  they 
Who  spring  from  dust  and  dwell  in  clay 
Touch'd  by  the  finger  of  thy  wrath, 
We  vanish,  crush'd  before  the  moth. 

cr    4  From  night  to  day,  from  day  to  night, 
We  die  by  thousands  in  thy  sight ; 
Buried  in  dust  whole  nations  lie, 

— p      Like  a  forgotten  vanity. 

aff  5  Almighty  Power,  to  thee  we  bow, 

How  frail  are  we,  how  glorious  thou! 
No  more  the  sons  of  earth  shall  dare 
With  an  eternal  God  compare. 

C.  M.— Moravian.    Peterborough. 
Sovereignty. 

1  SHALL  Atheists  dare  insult  the  cross 
Of  our  Redeemer,  God? 

Shall  infidels  reproach  his  laws, 
Or  trample  on  his  blood ! 

2  What  if  he  chose  mysterious  ways 
To  cleanse  us  from  our  faults  ? 

May  not  the  works  of  sovereign  grace 
Transcend  our  feeble  thoughts  ? 


156 


DOCTRINAL   .  .  .  DIVINE  SOVEREIGNTY.  33T 

3  What  if  his  gospel  bids  us  fight 
With  flesh,  and  sense,  and  sin  ? 
The  prize  is  most  divinely  bright, 
Which  we  are  call'd  to  win. 

*i     4  Then  let  our  faith  grow  firm  and  strong, 
Our.  lips  profess  his  word  ; 
Nor  blush,  nor  fear,  to  walk  among 
The  men  that  love  the  Lord. 

1   F%H  C'  M—  Moravian.     Barby. 

J-*J  I  •         Divine  sovereignty  ;  or,  God's  decrees. 

mce  1  LET  the  whole  race  of  creatures  lie 
Abas'd  before  their  God : 
Whatever  his  sovereign  hand  hath  form'd 
He  governs  with  a  nod. 

2  Ages  unbounded  ere  the  skies 

Were  into  motion  brought, 
And  all  eternity  to  come, 
Stand  present  to  his  thought. 

3  There's  not  a  sparrow  or  a  worm 

But  God  its  course  foresees : 
Nations  arise,  and  monarchs  reign 
Or  fall,  as  he  decrees. 

4  When  light  attends  the  course  I  run, 

'Tis  he  provides  the  rays ; 
And  when  thick  darkness  veils  my  sun, 
'Tis  he  that  clouds  my  days. 

d.  m  5  Yet,  O  my  soul !  in  him  confide  ; 
Nor  vainly  strive  to  see, 
In  volumes  of  his  secret  will, 
What  lines  are  drawn  for  thee. 

vi    6  When  he  reveals  the  book  of  life 
O  may  I  read  my  name 
Among  the  chosen  of  his  love, 
The  foll'wers  of  the  Lamb, 


158 


L.  M. — Luther' 8  Hymn. 
Sovereignty.    See  Rom.  ix. 

1  MAY  not  the  sovereign  Lord  on  high 
Dispense  his  favors  as  he  will'? 
Choose  some  to  life  while  others  die, 
And  yet  be  just  and  gracious  still  ? 
29 


338  HYMNS. 

ag   2  What  if,  to  make  his  terrors  known, 
He  lets  his  patience  long  endure  ; 
Suff'ring  proud  rebels  to  go  on, 
And  seal  their  own  destruction  sure  ? 

di    3  What  if  he  means  to  show  his  grace, 
And  his  electing  love  employs 
To  mark  out  some  of  human  race, 
And  fit  them  for  eternal  joys? 

mce.  4  Shall  man  reply  against  the  Lord, 

And  call  his  Maker's  ways  unjust, 

ag       The  thunder  of  whose  dreadful  word 
Can  crush  a  thousand  worlds  to  dust 

f    5  But  O,  my  soul,  if  truth  so  bright 

Should  dazzle  and  confound  thy  sight ; 
Yet  still  his  written  word  obey, 
And  wait  the  great  decisive  day. 


159 


7's. — Benevtnto.     German  Hymn. 
•  Events  in  God's  hands.    Psalm  xxxi.  1&.  xxxiv. 


160 


1  SOVEREIGN  ruler  of  the  skies, 
Ever  gracious,  ever  wise, 

All  my  times  are  in  thy  hand, 
All  events  at  thy  command. 

2  Times  of  sickness,  times  of  health; 
Times  of  penury  and  wealth  ; 
Times  of  trial  and  of  grief; 
Times  of  triumph  and  relief; 

3  Times  the  tempter's  pow'r  to  prove; 
Times  to  taste  a  Saviour's  love: 

All  that  come,  must  last  and  end, 
As  shall  please  my  heav'nly  Friend. 

4  O  thou  gracious  wise  and  just, 
In  thy  hands  my  life  I  trust : 
Have  I  aught  that's  dearer  still, 
I  resign  it  to  thy  will. 

Dr.  Ryland. 
C.  M. — Fabius.    Dunchurch. 
Sovereignty. 

1  THY  way,  O  God,  is  in  the  sea ; 

Thy  paths  I  cannot  trace  ; 

Nor  comprehend  the  mystery 

Of  thy  unbounded  grace. 


DOCTRINAL DECREES. 

di    2  Here  the  dark  veils  of  flesh  and  sense, 
My  captive  soul  surround ; 
Mysterious  deeps  of  Providence, 
My  inward  thoughts  confound. 

3  As  through  a  glass,  I  dimly  see 
The  wonders  of  thy  love: 
How  little  do  I  know  of  thee, 
Or  of  the  joys  above ! 

i  Though  but  in  part  I  know  thy  will, 
I  bless  thee  for  the  sight : 
cr        When  will  thy  love  the  rest  reveal 
In  glory's  clearer  light  ? 

vi./5  In  rapture  shall  I  then  survey 
Thy  providence  and  grace; 
And  spend  an  everlasting  day 
In  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 

Fatccett. 


161 


L.  M.— Luther'' s  Hymn.    ex. 
Decrees  and  submission. 


77i     1  WAIT,  O  my  soul,  thy  Maker's  will, 
Tumultuous  passions  all  be  still! 
Nor  let  a  murm'ring  thought  arise  ; 
His  ways  are  just,  his  counsels  wise, 

p      2  He  in  the  thickest  darkness  dwells. 

Performs  his  work,  the  cause  conceals: 
cr        But,  though  his  methods  are  unknown, 
f        Judgment  and  truth  support  his  throne. 

3  In  heav'n,  and  earth,  and  air,  and  seas, 
He  executes  his  firm  decrees ; 
By  saints  and  angels  still  confess'd, 
That  what  he  does  is  ever   best. 

di    4  Wait,  then,  my  soul,  submissive  wait, 
Prostrate  before  his  awful  seat ; 

ag       Amid   the   terrors  of  his  rod, 

Still  trust  a  wise  and  gracious  God. 

Beddcm$ 
"I  £*Q  C.  M.—Dunchurch. 

A  \J/£/9      Submission  in  view  of  divine  government. 

1  SINCE  all  the  changing  scenes  of  time 
God's  watchful  eye  surveys ; 
Then  who  so  wise  to  choose  our  lot, 
Or  to  appoint  our  ways  ! 


340  HYMNS. 

2  Good  when  he  gives,  supremely  good, 
Nor  less  when  he  denies ; 
E'en  crosses  from  his  sovereign  hand, 
Are  blessings  in  disguise. 

d      3  Why  should  we  doubt  a  Father's  love, 
So  constant  and  so  kind ! 
To  his  unerring,  gracious  will, 
Be  every  wish  resign'd. 

4  In  thy  fair  book  of  life  divine, 

My  God,  inscribe  my  name ; 
There  let  it  fill  some  humble  place, 
Beneath  my  Lord,  the  Lamb. 

Hene$ 

"I   />Q  C.  M.— Moravian. 

JL  UO»  The  divine  purpose  and  providence. 

ma  1  GOD  moves  in  a  mysterious  way, 
His  wonders  to  perform ; 
He  plants  his  footsteps  in  the  sea, 
And  rides  upon  the  storm. 

2  Deep  in  unfathomable  mines 

Of  never-failing  skill, 
He  treasures  up  his  bright  designs, 
And  works  his  sovereign  will. 

3  Ye  fearful  saints,  fresh  courage  take; 

The  clouds  ye  so  much  dread, 
Are  big  with  mercy,  and  shall  break 
In  blessings  on  your  head. 

p      4  Judge  not  the  Lord  by  feeble  sense, 
cr  But  trust  him  for  his  grace: 

p  Behind  a  frowning  providence 

— cr        He  hides  a  smiling  face. 

5  His  purposes  will  ripen  fast, 

Unfolding  every  hour ; 
The  bud  may  have  a  bitter  taste, 
But  sweet  will  be  the  flower. 

di    6  Blind  unbelief  is  sure  to  err, 
And  scan  his  work  in  vain : 

cr        God  is  his  own  interpreter ; 
And  he  will  make  it  plain. 

Cottptr. 


DOCTRINAL ELECTION.  311 

I  />  A  L.  M.— Luther's  Hymn.    ex. 

1  VT**  Mystery  of  Providence. 

ir*a  1  LORD,  how  mysterious  are  thy  ways, 

How  blind  are  we,  how  weak  our  praise  I 
Thy  steps  no  mortal  eyes  explore, 
'Tis  ours  to  wonder  and  adore. 

2  Great  God,  I  would  not  ask  to  see 
What  future  lot  belongs  to  me  : 
cr        If  light  and  bliss  my  days  attend, 
I'll  praise  thy  mercy  to  the  end. 

di    3  If  darkness  and  distress  I  share, 

Still  let  me  trust  thy  guardian  care; 

Enough  for  me  if  love  divine 

At  length  through  every  cloud  shall  shine. 

cr    4  One  thing  my  soul  desires  to  know, 
And  'tis  my  choicest  wish  below — 

d  "  That  Christ  is  mine" — grant  this  request, 

My  gracious  God,  and  I  am  blest. 

Anon. 
"I  f*K  ll's  and  8's. —Palestine. 

J-  \JtJ»  Election  of  grace. 

vil  IN  songs  of  sublime  adoration  and  praise, 
Ye  saints,  who  the  gospel  embrace, 
Break  forth  and  extol  the  great  Ancient  of 
days, 
His  rich  and  distinguishing  grace  : 
His  love,  from  eternity  fix'd  upon  you, 
Discover'd  its  heavenly  flame, 
d     When  each  with  the  cords  of  his  kindness  he 
drew, 
And  brought  you  to  love  his  great  name. 

p  2  There  was  nothing  in  you  that  could  merit 
esteem, 
Or  give  the  Creator  delight : 
But  "  even  so,  Father,"  ye  ever  must  sing, 
"  Because  it  seemed  good  in  thy  sight:" 
cr     Then  give  all  the  praise  to  his  glorious  name ; 

To  him  all  the  wisdom  belongs; 
/    Be  yours  the  high  joy,  to  acknowledge  his 
fame 
And  crown  him  in  loftiest  songs.  K. 

29* 


166. 


HYMNS. 

L.  M.—  VanhalVs.     Park-street. 
Election.     Rom.  viii.  33,  &c. 


/I !  1  WHO  shall  the  Lord's  elect  condemn  1 
'Tis  God  that  justifies  their  souls  ; 

d  And  mercy,  like  a  mighty  stream, 

O'er  all  their  sins  divinely  rolls. 

/!  1  2  Who  shall  adjudge  the  saints  to  hell? 
di  'Tis  Christ  that  suffer'd  in  their  stead  ; 

And,  the  salvation  to  fulfil, 
cr  Behold  him  rising  from  the  dead ! 

vi    3  He  lives,  he  lives  and  sits  above, 

For  ever  interceding  there : 
d  Who  shall  divide  us  from  his  love  ? 

Or  what  shall  tempt  us  to  despair  ? 

di     4  Shall  persecution  or  distress — 

Famine,  or  sword,  or  nakedness  ? 

cr        He  that  hath  lov'd  us,  bears  us  through, 

And  makes  us  more  than  conq'rors  too. 

5  Faith  has  a  strong  prevailing  power, 

It  triumphs  in  the  dying  hour ; 
/        Christ  is  our  life,  our  joy,  our  hope  ; 
Nor  can  we  sink  with  such  a  prop. 

6  Not  all  that  men  on  earth  can  do, 

Nor  pow'rs  on  high,  nor  pow'rs  below, 
Shall  cause  his  mercy  to  remove, 
Or  separate  us  from  his  love. 


167. 


L.  M. — Stonefield.     Duke-street. 
Christ  the  believer's  life. 


d      1  WHEN  sins  and  fears  prevailing  rise, 
And  fainting  hope  almost  expires  ; 
Jesus,  to  thee  I  lift  mine  eyes, 

To  thee  I  breathe  my  soul's  desires. 

vi    2  If  my  immortal  Saviour  lives, 
Then  my  eternal  life  is  sure  j 
His  word  a  firm  foundation  gives, 
Here  I  can  build  and  rest  secure. 

/'  *3  Here  would  my  faith  unshaken  dwell, 
For  ever  firm  the  promise  stands ; 
Not  all  the  pow'rs  of  earth  and  hell, 
Can  ere  dissolve  the  sacred  bands. 


DOCTRINAL FAITH  M3 

m.di  Here,  O  my  soul,  thy  trust  repose; 
If  Jesus  is  for  ever  thine, 
Not  death  itself,  that  last  of  foes, 
Can  break  a  union  so  divine. 

Steele, 

1/ZJQ  L.  M.— Seasons,    ex.     Quito,     ex. 

vJO»  Faith  taking  hold  of  the  promises. 

off  I  AH,  why  should  doubts  and  fears  arise, 
And  sorrows  fill  my  weeping  eyes? 
Slowly,  alas,  the  mind  receives 
The  comforts  which  the  gospel  gives. 

cr    2  Oh  for  a  strong,  a  lasting  faith, 

To  credit  what  th'  Almighty  saith ! 
T'  embrace  the  message  of  his  Son, 
And  call  the  joys  of  heav'n  my  own. 

vi     3  Then  might  the  earth's  foundations  shake 
And  all  the  wheels  of  nature  break  ! 
My  steadfast  soul  would  move  no  more 
Than  solid  rocks  where  billows  roar. 

1f*(\  C.  "Sl.—  Dunchurch. 

Ui/  •  Justification  by  faith,  not  by  works.     Rom.  iii.  9,  22. 

1  VAIN  are  the  hopes  the  sons  of  men 

On  their  own  works  have  built : 
Their  hearts  by  nature  all  unclean, 
And  all  their  actions  guilt. 

2  Let  Jew  and  Gentile  trembling  stand, 

Without  one  murm'ring  word  : 
And  the  whole  race  of  Adam  plead 
Guilty  before  the  Lord. 

3  In  vain  we  ask  God's  righteous  law 

To  justify  us  now  : 
Since  to  convince  and  to  condemn, 

Is  all  that  law  can  do. 
vi     4  Jesus,  how  glorious  is  thy  grace  ! 

When  in  thy  name  we  trust, 
Our  faith  receives  a  righteousness 

That  makes  the  sinner  just. 

mC.  M.— Moravian.    Barby. 
•  The  power  of  faith. 

M      ]  FAITH  adds  new  charms  to  earthly  bliss, 
And  saves  me  from  its  snares  ; 
Its  aid  in  every  duty  brings, 
And  softens  all  my  cares ; 


344  HYMNS. 

2  Extinguishes  the  flame  of  sin; 
And  lights  the  sacred  fire 
Of  love  to  God,  and  heav'nly  things, 
And  feeds  the  pure  desire; 

di    3  The  wounded  conscience  knows  its  pow'r 
The  healing  balm  to  give  : 
That  balm  the  saddest  heart  can  cheer, 
And  make  the  dying  live. 

f    4  Wide  it  unfolds  celestial  worlds, 

Where  deathless  pleasures  reign ; 
And  bids  me  seek  my  portion  there, 
Nor  bids  me  seek  in  vain. 

d     5  It  shows  the  precious  promise  seal'd 

With  the  Redeemer's  blood, 
di        And  helps  my  feeble  hope  to  rest 

Upon  a  faithful  God. 

cr    6  There,  there,  unshaken  would  I  rest, 
Till  this  vile  body  dies  ; 
And  then  on  faith  s  triumphant  wings, 
At  once  to  glory  rise ! 

Turner. 


171 


C.  M.— Peterborough.    Rochester. 
Living  and  dead  faith. 


1 »     1  MISTAKEN  souls  that  dream  of  heav'n. 

And  make  their  empty  boast, 

Of  inward  joys  and  sins  forgiv'n, 

While  they  are  slaves  to  lust. 

2  Vain  are  our  fancies,  airy  flights, 

If  faith  be  cold  and  dead  ; 

None  but  a  living  power  unites 

To  Christ,  the  living  head. 

w     3  'Tis  faith  that  renovates  the  heart, 
'Tis  faith  that  works  by  love ; 
That  bids  all  sinful  joys  depart, 
And  lifts  the  soul  above. 

/     4  'Tis  faith  that  conquers  earth  and  hell 
By  a  celestial  power  : 
This  is  the  grace  that  shall  prevail 
In  the  decisive  hour. 


172 


DOCTRINAL.  .  .  .  FILIAL  OBEDIENCE.  346 

C.  M.— Peterborough. 
•  Faith  the  evidence  of  things  not  seen.     See  Heb  xi. 

1  FAITH  is  the  brightest  evidence 

Of  things  beyond  our  sight: 
It  penetrates  the  veil  of  sense, 
And  dwells  in  heav'nly  light 

2  It  sets  time  past  in  present  view, 

Brings  distant  prospects  home, 
Of  things  a  thousand  years  ago, 
Or  thousand  years  to  come. 

3  By  faith  we  know  the  world  was  made 

By  God's  almighty  word : 
We  know  the  heav'ns  and  earth  shall  fade. 
And  be  again  restor'd. 

4  Abra'm  obeyed  the  Lord's  command, 

From  his  own  country  driv'n ; 
By  faith  he  sought  a  promis'd  land, 
And  found  his  rest  in  heav'n. 

5  Thus  through  life's  pilgrimage  we  stray, 

The  promise  in  our  eye; 
By  faith  we  walk  the  narrow  way, 
That  leads  to  joys  on  high. 


C  M.— Moravian.    Retirement. 
Filial  obedience. 


173. 

! »     1  GRACE,  like  an  uncorrupted  seed, 
Abides  and  reigns  within  ; 
Immortal  principles  forbid 
The  sons  of  God  to  sin. 

2  Not  by  the  terrors  of  a  slave 

Do  they  perform  his  will ; 
But  with  the  noblest  powers  they  have 
His  blest  commands  fulfil. 

3  They  find  access  at  every  hour, 

To  God  within  the  veil ; 
Hence  they  derive  a  quick'ning  power. 
And  joys  that  never  fail. 

^     40  happy  souls  !  O  glorious  state 
Of  overflowing  grace  ! 
To  dwell  so  near  their  Father's  seat, 
And  see  his  level  t  face. 


HYMNS. 

5  Lord,  I  address  thy  heav'nly  throne ; 

Call  me  a  child  of  thine; 
Send  down  the  Spirit  of  thy  Son, 
To  form  my  heart  divine. 

6  Now  shed  thy  tender  love  abroad, 

And  make  my  comfort  strong ; 
Then  shall  I  say,  "  my  Father  God," 
With  an  unwav'ring  tongue. 


174 


S.  M.—  Watchman. 
Adoption.     1  John  iii.  1.  GaL  iv.6. 

d      1  BEHOLD  what  wondrous  grace 
The  Father  hath  bestow'd, 
On  sinners  of  a  mortal  race, 
To  call  them  sons  of  God. 

*  J     2  'Tis  no  surprising  thing 

That  we  should  be  unknown ; 
The  Jewish  world  knew  not  their  King, 
God's  everlasting  Son. 

3  Nor  doth  it  yet  appear 

How  great  we  must  be  made  ; 
cr        But  when  we  see  our  Saviour  here, 
We  shall  be  like  our  Head. 

4  A  hope  so  much  divine, 

May  trials  well  endure: 
Till  we  are  cleans'd  from  every  sin, 
As  Christ  the  Lord  is  pure. 

d      5  If  in  my  Father's  love 
I  share  a  filial  part, 
Send  down  thy  Spirit,  like  a  dove, 
To  rest  upon  my  heart. 

di    6  I  would  no  longer  lie, 

A  slave  beneath  the  throne  ; 

cr        My  faith  shall  Abba  Father  cry, 
And  thou  the  kindred  own. 


175 


C.  M. — Fabiits.     Dunchurch. 
Adoption. 

1  MY  God,  my  Father,  blissful  name  ! 
O,  may  I  call  thee  mine  ? 
May  I  with  sweet  assurance  claim, 
A"  portion  so  divine  ? 


DOCTRINAL ADOPTION.  347 

2  This  only  can  my  fears  control, 

And  bid  my  sorrows  fly  : 
What  harm  can  ever  reach  my  soul, 
Beneath  my  Father's  eye? 

3  Whate'er  thy  Providence  denies, 

I  cheerfully  resign  ; 
Lord,  thou  art  good  and  just  and  wise, 
I  yield  my  will  to  thine. 

4  Whate'er  thy  sacred  will  ordains, 

Still  give  me  strength  to  bear : 
Let  me  but  know  my  Father  reigns, 
I'll  trust  his  tender  care. 

Steele. 


176. 


8's. — Birmingham. 
The  Father's  love. 


d      1  HOW  wondrous  that  manner  of  love, 
The  Father  onus  hath  bestow'd; 
Preparing  us  mansions  above, 
And  calling  us  children  of  God  ! 
d\         The  world  our  adoption  despise, 

Our  Saviour  they  will  not  receive ; 
They  know  not  the  joys  that  arise 
In  the  bosom  of  those  that  believe. 

cr    2  Beloved,  now  are  we  the  sons, 
The  children  of  infinite  grace, 
The  heirs  of  bright  sceptres  and  crowns. 
On  high  in  the  regions  of  peace  : 
p  Though  ling'ring  in  darkness  and  fear, 

cr  We  trust  in  the  Saviour's  glad  word ; 

We  know,  that  when  he  shall  appear, 
We  shall  see  and  resemble  our  Lord. 

M.  S 


111 


7's. — Haven.    PleyeVs  Hymn. 
Privileges  of  adoption. 

BLESSED  are  the  sons  of  God  ; 
They  are  bought  with  Jesus'  blood  , 
They  are  ransom'd  from  the  grave 
Life  eternal  they  shall  have. 

They  are  justified  by  grace, 
They  enjoy  the  Saviour's  peace  ; 
All  their  sins  are  wash'd  away ; 
They  shall  stand  in  God's  great  day. 


348  HYMNS. 

3  They  produce  the  fruits  of  grace, 
In  the  works  of  righteousness  ; 
They  are  harmless,  meek,  and  mild, 
Holy  humble,  undefil'd. 

4  They  are  lights  upon  the  earth, 
Children  of  a  heav'nly  birth  j 
One  with  God,  with  Jesus  one, 
Glory  in  them  is  begun. 

Humphrey*. 
•t  ^Q  C.  M. — Retirement.    Repose. 

JL  I  O*  Saints'  perseverance. 

aff  1  YE  trembling  souls,  dismiss  your  fears ! 
Be  mercy  now  your  theme  ; 
Mercy  which  like  a  river  flows 
In  one  perpetual  stream. 

[2  Fear  not  the  want  of  outward  good, 
God  will  for  his  provide : 
Grant  them  supplies  of  daily  food, 
And  give  them  heav'n  beside.] 

3  Fear  not  that  he  will  e'er  forsake, 
Or  leave  his  work  undone ; 
He's  faithful  to  his  promises, 
And  faithful  to  his  Son. 

ag   4  Fear  not  the  pow'r  of  earth  or  hell : 
God  will  those  pow'rs  restrain; 
His  arm  shall  all  their  rage  repel, 
And  make  their  efforts  vain. 

5  Fear  not  the  terrors  of  the  grave, 

Or  death's  tremendous  sting: 
f        He  will  from  endless  wrath  preserve, 
To  endless  glory  bring. 

Beddoma 

mC.  M.—Dunckurch.     Fabius. 
•  Saints'  perseverance.    John  x.  28,  29. 

vi     1  FIRM  as  the  earth  thy  gospel  stands 
My  Lord,  my  hope,  my  trust : 
The  soul  committed  to  thy  hands, 
I  know  will  ne'er  be  lost. 

2  The  Shepherd  has  engaged  to  save 
The  meanest  of  the  flock  : 
All  that  his  heav'nly  Father  gave 
Are  shelter'd  by  the  Rock. 


DOCTRINAL      .  .  PERSEVERANCE.  &9 

3  Nor  death  nor  hell  shall  e'er  remove 
The  chosen  from  his  breast; 
d  Safe  on  the  bosom  of  his  love, 

Shall  they  for  ever  rest. 

-J   Q/"\  L.  M.— Luton,     ex. 

JL  Ov/ •         Saints'  perseverance.     Heb.  vii.  17,  19 

aff  1  HOW  oft  have  sin  and  Satan  striv'n 

To  rend  my  soul  from  thee,  my  God; 
But  boundless  is  the  love  of  Heav'n, 
Seal'd  by  the  Saviour's  precious  blood. 

er    2  The  oath  and  promise  of  the  Lord, 

Join  to  confirm  the  wondrous  grace; 
Infinite  power  performs  thevvord, 

While  heav'n  is  fill'd  with  endless  praise. 

di    3  Amid  temptations  sharp  and  long, 
My  soul  to  this  dear  refuge  flies  ; 
cr        Hope  is  my  anchor,  firm  and  strong, 
— /  When  tempests  blow  and  billows  rise. 

m     4  The  gospel  bears  my  spirit  up  : 

A  faithful  and  unchanging  God 
Lays  the  foundation  of  my  hope. 
In  oaths,  and  promises,  and  blood. 

lOI  L.  M.— Derby. 

J-  O  -L  •  The  broad  and  the  narrow  way. 

aff   1  BROAD  is  the  road  that  leads  to  death, 
And  thousands  walk  together  there: 
But  wisdom  shows  a  narrow  path, 
With  here  and  there  a  traveller. 

cr    2  "Deny  thyself  and  take  thy  cross,}r 

Is  the  Redeemer's  great  command- 
Nature  must  count  her  gold  but  dross, 
If  she  would  gain  the  heav'nly  land. 

p      3  The  fearful  soul  that  tires  and  faints, 

And  walks  the  ways  of  God  no  more, 
cr        Shall  not  inherit  with  the  saints, 
ag  But  makes  his  own  destruction  sure. 

aff  4  Lord,  let  not  all  my  hopes  be  vain, 

Renew  my  heart  by  sovereign  power  ; 
No  hypocrites  thy  favor  gain: 
Anostates  fall  to  rise  no  more. 
30 


350  HYMNS. 


182. 


C.  M.—Barby. 
The   strait  gate. 


1  STRAIT  is  the  way,  the  door  is  strait, 
That  leads  to  joys  on  high  ; 
di        'Tis  but  a  few  that  find  the  gate, 
cr  While  crowds  mistake  and  die. 

J '     2  Beloved  self  must  be  denied, 
The  mind  and  will  renew'd, 
Passion  suppress'd  and  patience  tried* 
And  vain  desires  subdu'd. 

[3  Flesh  is  a  dangerous  foe  to  grace, 
Where  it  prevails  and  rules: 
Flesh  must  be  humbled,  pride  abased. 
Lest  they  destroy  our  souls. J 

[4  The  love  of  gold  be  banish'd  hence, 
That  vile  idolatry: 
And  every  member,  every  sense, 
In  sweet  subjection  lie.} 

[5  The  tongue,  that  most  unruly  pow'r, 
Requires  a  strong  restraint : 
We  must  be  watchful  every  hour, 
And  pray,  but  never  faint.J 

aff  6  Lord,  can  a  feeble,  helpless  worm 
Fulfil  a  task  so  hard  ? 
Thy  grace  must  all  the  work  perform, 
And  give  the  free  reward. 


183, 


ll's. — Goshen.     Boxford. 
The  promises. 


vi  1  HOW  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of  the  Lord, 
Is  laid  for  your  faith  in  his  excellent  word  : 
What  more  could  his  mercy  and  goodness 

have  said, 
To  those  who  for  refuge  to  Jesus  have  fled. 

ag  2  Fear  not,  he  is  with  thee,  O  be  not  dismavM 
For  he  is  thy  God,  and  will  give  thee  his  aid  . 
He'll  strengthen  thee,  help  thee,  and  cause 

thee  to  Stand, 
Upheld  by  his  gracious  omnipotent  hand 


DOCTRINAL PROMISES.  351 

di  3  When  through  the  deep  waters  he  calls  the"! 

to  go, 
The  rivers  of  sorrow  shall  ne'er  overflow. 
His  presence  shall  guide  thee,  his  mercy  shall 

bless, 
And  sanctify  to  thee  thy  deepest  distress. 

4  When  through  fiery  trials  thy  pathway  is  laid, 
His  grace  all-sufficient  will  lend  thee  its  aid ; 
The'flame  shall  not  hurt  thee;  he  does  but 

design 
T-hy  dross  to  consume,  and  thy  gold  to  refine. 

5  His  people  through  life  shall  abundantly  prove 
His  sovereign,  eternal,  unchangeable  love  ; 
When  age,  with  gray  heirs,  shall  their  tem- 
ples adorn, 

Like  lambs,  the)'  shall  still  in  his  bosom  be 
borne. 

6  The  soul  on  his  bosom  that  leans  for  repose 
Is  safe  from  th'  assaults  of  its  bitterest  foes: 
That  soul,  though  all  hell  should  in  vengeance 

awake, 
fy  I  He'll  never,  no  xevee,  no  never  forsake. 

Kennady. 
1   Qyj  7's. — German  Hymn. 

JL  OrrU     Strength  equal  to  the  day.    Deut.  xxxiii.  25. 

<l      1  WAIT,  my  soul,  upon  the  Lord, 
To  his  gracious  promise  flee, 
Laying  hold  upon  his  word, 
"As  thy  days  thy  strength  shall  be.'' 

2  If  the  sorrows  of  thy  case 
Seem  peculiar  still  to  thee, 
God  has  promised  needful  grace, 
"As  thy  days  thy  strength  shall  be." 

I'     3  Days  of  trial,  days  of  grief, 

In  succession  thou  may'st  see, 
This  is  still  thy  sweet  relief, 
"  As  thy  days  thy  strength  shall  be." 

/"H  4  Rock  of  Ages,  I'm  secure, 

With  thy  promise  full  and  free; 
Faithful,  positive,  and  sure — 
"  As  thy  days  thy  strength  shall  be.:; 

Geini). 


185. 


HYMNS. 

C.  M. — Dunchurch.     Dundee. 
Promises  sure  in  Christ. 


/     1  OUR  God,  how  firm  his  promise  stands, 
E'en  when  he  hides  his  face! 
He  trusts  in  our  Redeemer's  hands. 
The  kingdom  of  his  grace. 

p  M  2  Then  why,  my  soul,  these  sad  complaints, 
Christ  and  his  flock  are  one: 

cr        Thy  God  is  faithful  to  his  saints, 
Is  faithful  to  his  Son. 

d      3  Beneath  his  smile  my  heart  has  liv'd, 
And  heav'nly  joy  possess'd  : 
I'll  render  thanks  for  grace  receiv'd, 
And  trust  him  for  the  rest. 

1  Q/>  C.  U.—  Barby.     ex. 

JL  Ol)»         Strength  from  heaven.     Isaiah  xl.  27—30. 

m     1  WHENCE  do  our  mournful  thoughts  arise, 
And  where's  our  courage  fled  ? 
Have  restless  sin  and  raging  hell, 
Struck  all  our  comforts  dead? 
cr    2  Have  we  forgot  th'  Almighty  name 
That  form'd  the  earth  and  sea  ? 
And  can  an  all-creating  arm 
Grow  weary  or  decay? 

cr    3  Treasures  of  everlasting  might 
In  our  Jehovah  dwell : 
He  gives  the  conquest  to  the  weak, 
And  treads  their  foes  to  hell. 

di     4  Mere  mortal  power  shall  fade  and  die, 

And  youthful  vigor  cease  ; 
cr        But  they  that  wait  upon  the  Lord, 

Shall  feel  their  strength  increase. 

/     5  They  shall  mount  up,  on  eagle's  wings. 
Celestial  bliss  to  taste; 
Till  their  unwearied  feet  arrive 
To  heav'n's  eternal  rest. 

"1  Q^  8's  and  7's-     Double.— Aberdeen. 

J-  O  I  •  Assurance. 

vi.fl  KNOW,  my  soul,  thy  full  salvation, 
Rise  o'er  sin,  and  fear,  and  care ; 
Joy  to  find  in  every  station 
Something  still  to  do  or  bear: 


188 


DOCTRINAL.  .  .  .  ASSURANCE.  353 

Think  what  spirit  dwells  within  thee  ; 

Think  what  Father's  smiles  are  thine, 
Think  what  Jesus  did  to  win  thee  : 

Child  of  heav'n  !  canst  thou  repine  ? 

2  Haste  thee  on  from  grace  to  glory, 
Arm'd  by  faith,  and  wing'd  by  prayer ; 

Heav'n's  eternal  day's  before  thee, 
God's  own  hand  shall  guide  thee  there  : 

Soon  shall  close  thy  earthly  mission  : 
Soon  shall  pass  thy  pilgrim  days  ; 

Hope  shall  change  to  glad  fruition, 
Faith  to  sight,  and  prayer  to  praise. 

Gems, 
C  yi.—Duncliurch.     Barby. 
•  Assurance  of  hope ;  or,  ready  to  die.    2  Tim.  iv.  6,  7,  8, 18. 

1  MY  race  is  run,  m)r  warfare  o'er: 
The  solemn  hour  is  nigh, 
When  offer'd  up  to  Godfmy  soul 
Shall  wing  its  flight  on  high. 

vi     2  With  heav'nly  weapons,  I  have  fought 
The  battles  of  the  Lord: 
Finish'd  my  course,  and  kept  the  faith. 
Depending  on  his  word. 

3  Henceforth  there  is  laid  up  for  me 

A  crown  which  cannot  fade; 
The  righteous  Judge,  at  that  great  day 
Shall  place  it  on  my  head. 

4  Nor  hath  the  sovereign  Lord  decreed 

The  prize  for  me  alone, 
But  for  the  saints  who  long  to  see 
Th'  appearance  of  his  Son. 

5  From  every  snare  and  evil  work, 

His  grace  shall  still  defend, 
And  to  his  heav'nly  kingdom  safe 
Shall  brins  me  in  the  end. 

Durham  CiU. 


189 


C.  M. — DuncJiurcli.     Barby. 
Immortality  through  the  resurrection  of  Christ.  1  Pet. 

1  BLEST  be  the  everlasting  God, 
The  Father  of  our  Lord, 
Be  his  abounding  mercy  praised, 
His  majesty  ador'd. 
30* 


3&1  HYMNS. 

2  When  from  the  dead  he  rais'd  his  Son, 
And  called  him  to  the  sky, 
He  gave  our  souls  the  joyful  hope 
That  they  should  never  die. 

di    3  What  though  the  body  soon  decays, 

And  long  in  dust  it  lies  ; 
cr        Yet  as  the  Lord,  our  Saviour,  rose, 

So  will  his  saints  arise. 

4  There's  an  inheritance  divine, 

Reserv'd  against  that  day  ; 
'Tis  uncorrupted,  undefil'd, 
And  fadeth  not  away. 

5  Saints  by  the  power  of  God  are  kept 

Till  his  salvation  come  ; 
We  walk  by  faith  as  strangers  here. 
Till  Christ  shall  call  us  home. 


190. 


GENERAL  PRAISE.* 


C.  P.  M. — Lanesborough. 
Exhortation  to  the  duty  of  praise. 


vi     1  GO,  tune  thy  voice  to  sacred  song: 

Exert  thy  noblest  pow'rs  ! 
Go,  mingle  with  the  choral  throng, 
The  Saviour's  praises  to  prolong, 

Amid  life's  fleeting  hours. 

d      2  0!  hast  thou  felt  a  Saviour's  love, 
That  flame  of  heav'nly  birth  ? 
Then  let  thy  strains  melodious  prove, 

cr        With  raptures  soaring  far  above 
The  trifling  toys  of  earth. 

3  Hast  found  the  pearl  of  price  unknown, 
That  cost  a  Saviour's  blood? 
/        Heir  of  a  bright  celestial  crown, 

That  sparkles  near  th'  eternal  throne, 
O  sing  the  praise  of  God  ! 

♦  See  Thanksgiving,  also  Psalms  29,  66,  100, 107,  136,  135,  136,  116, 
148,  150. 


UENERAL  PRAISE.  X 

p      4  Sing  of  the  Lamb  that  once  was  slain 
That  man  might  be  forgiv'n  ; 

ff       Sing  how  lie  broke  death's  bars  in  twain, 
Ascending  high  in  bliss  to  reign, 
The  God  of  earth  and  heav'n. 

di    5  Begin  on  earth  the  notes  of  praise, 

cr  "  Glory  to  God  on  high," 

Sing  through  the  remnant  of  thy  days  , 
At  death,  the  song  of  vict'ry  raise, 

cr  And  soar  beyond  the  sky. 

M.  S. 

mL.  Yi.—Rolhicell.     Park-street. 
•  Praise  for  divine  goodness. 

vl.fl  YE  pons  of  men  wTith  joy  record 

The  various  wonders  of  the  Lord  ; 
And  let  his  power  and  goodness  sound, 
Through  all  your  tribes  the  earth  around. 

2  Sing  earth  in  verdant  robes  array'd, 

Its  herbs  and  flow'rs,  its  light  and  shade  : 
View  the  broad  sea's  majestic  plains. 
And  think  how  wide  its  Maker  reigns. 

3  Let  the  high  heav'ns  your  songs  invite. 
Those  spacious  fields  of  brilliant  light; 
Where  sun,  and  moon,  and  planets  roll, 
And  stars,  that  glow  from  pole  to  pole. 

cr    4  But  oh,  that  brighter  world  above, 

Where  lives  and  reigns  incarnate  love  ! 
God's  only  Son  in  flesh  array'd, 

— p      For  man  a  bleeding  victim  made ; 

xi     5  Thither,  my  soul,  with  rapture  soar  ; 
There  in  the  land  of  praise  adore  : 
The  theme  demands  an  angel's  lay  ; 
Demands  an  everlasting  day. 

Doddridge. 


192, 


C.  M. — Colchester.     Charming. 
Praise  for  Creation  and  Providence. 


1  LORD,  when  my  raptur'd  thought  surveys 
Creation's  beauties  o'er ; 
All  nature  joins  to  teach  thy  praise, 
And  bid  my  soul  adore. 


356  HYMNS. 

2  Where'er  I  turn  my  gazing  eyes, 
Thy  radiant  footsteps  shine  ; 
Ten  thousand  pleasing  wonders  rise, 
And  speak  their  Source  divine. 

d      3  On  me  thy  providence  has  shone, 
With  gentle  smiling  rays  : 
O  let  my  lips  and  life  make  known 
Thy  goodness  and  thy  praise. 

cr    4  All  bounteous  Lord,  thy  grace  impart, 
O  teach  me  to  improve 
Thy  gifts  with  humble,  grateful  heart, 
And  crown  them  with  thy  love. 

Steel* 


193. 


M. — Retirement. 

PART    I. 

sings  of  Providence. 


1  ALMIGHTY  Father,  gracious  Lord, 
Kind  Guardian  of  my  days  ; 
Thy  mercies,  let  my  heart  record, 
In  songs  of  grateful  praise. 

d      2  In  life's  first  dawn,  my  tender  frame 
Was  thy  indulgent  care  ; 
Long  ere  I  could  pronounce  thy  name, 
Or  breathe  the  infant  prayer. 

'  I   3  When  reason  with  my  stature  grew, 
How  weak  her  brightest  ray  ! 
How  little  of  my  God  1  knew, 
How  prone  from  thee  to  stray  ! 

ag    4  Around  my  path  what  dangers  rose, 
What  snares  o'erspread  my  road ; 
No  pow'r  could  guard  me  from  my  foes, 
But  my  preserver  God. 

pp    5  When  life  hung  trembling  on  a  breath, 
cr  'Twas  thy  Almightly  love, 

That  sav'd  me  from  impending  death, 
And  bid  my  fears  remove. 

6  Each  rolling  year  new  favors  brought. 
From  thy  exhaustless  store  : 
m.f.     But  oh  !  in  vain  my  lab'ring  thought, 
Would  count  thy  mercies  o"er.  " 


GENERAL  PRAISE.  | 

PART  II. 

blessings  of  grace. 

d      7  While  sweet  reflection  through  my  days, 
Thy  bounteous  hand  would  trace. 
Still  dearer  blessings  claim  my  praise, 
The  blessings  ofthy  grace. 

cr    3  Yes,  I  adore  thee,  gracious  Lord, 
For  favors  so  divine  ; 
That  I  have  known  thy  sacred  word 
Where  all  thy  glories  shine. 

a?      9  When  blest  with  the  transporting  view 
That  Jesus  died  for  me  : 
For  this  sweet  hope  what  praise  is  due, 
O  God  of  grace,  to  thee ! 

10  Lord,  when  this  mortal  frame  decays, 

And  every  weakness  dies  ; 
cr        Complete  the  wonders  of  thy  grace, 
And  raise  me  to  the  skies. 

11  Then  shall  my  joyful  powers  unite. 

With  all  th'  angelic  throngs, 
And  join  the  happy  saints  in  light, 
In  everlasting  songs. 

Steele. 


194 


C.  M.—  Colchester. 
Gratitude  for  countless  mercies. 


1  WHEN  all  thy  mercies,  O  my  God, 
My  rising  soul  surveys  ; 
vi         Transported  with  the  view,  I'm  lost 
In  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 

cr    2    O  how  shall  words  with  equal  warmth 
The  gratitude  declare, 
That  glows  within  my  ravish'd  soul ! 
But  thou  canst  read  it  there. 

3  Ten  thousand  thousand  piecious  gifts 
My  daily  thanks  employ; 
Nor  is  the  least  a  grateful  heart, 
That  tastes  those  gifts  with  joy. 

di    4  When  nature  fails,  and  day  and  night 
Divide  thy  works  no  more, 

cr        My  ever  grateful  heart,  O  Lord, 
Thy  mercy  shall  adore. 


HYMNS. 

5  Through  all  eternity,  to  thee 

A  joyful  song  I'll  raise; 

But  oh !  eternity's  too  short 

To  utter  all  thy  praise. 

AddLton. 


195. 


S.  M.— Dover.    Oakland. 
Persevering  grace.     Judo,  verse  24,  25. 


/     1  TO  God  the  only  wise, 

Our  Saviour  and  our  King, 

Let  all  the  saints  below  the  skies 

Their  humble  praises  bring. 

d      2  'Tis  his  Almighty  love, 

His  counsel  and  his  care, 
Preserve  us  safe  from  sin  and  death- 
And  every  hurtful  snare. 

3  He  will  present  our  souls 

Unblemish'd  and  complete, 
Before  the  glory  of  his  face, 
cr  With  joys  divinely  great. 

4  Then  all  the  chosen  seed 

Shall  meet  around  the  throne; 
Shall  bless  the  conduct  of  his  grace, 
And  make  his  wonders  known. 

f     5  To  our  Redeemer  God, 

Wisdom  with  power  belongs, 
Immortal  crowns  of  majesty, 
And  everlasting  songs. 


196. 


C.  M. — Chester.     Dunchurch. 
Praise  in  the  midst  of  sorrows. 


d      1  COME,  let  us  sing  the  praise  of  God, 
And  in  his  name  rejoice; 
Though  sorrow  rises  like  a  flood, 
We'll  tune  our  feeble  voice. 

2  Chasten'd  in  love,  but  never  slain, 
Cast  down,  but  not  destroy'd, 
Each  earthly  loss  brings  heav'nly  gain, 
Bliss  that  is  unalloy'd. 

di    3  Bearing  about  our  feeble  frame 

The  dying  of  our  Lord, 
cr        We'll  seek  to  glorify  his  name, 

And  feed  upon  his  word. 


GENERAL  PRAISE.  359 

p      4  How  kind  is  his  afflicting  hand! 

How  tender  is  his  love  ! 
cr        What  mercies  flow  by  his  command, 

Down  from  the  courts  above  ! 

vi     5  Yes,  we  will  sing  thy  praises  still, 

With  melody  of  soul ; 
di        We'll  bow  submissive  to  thy  will, 
— p  And  yield  to  thy  control. 

M.  s. 

1  O'T  L  M-— RePose-  Lu(on- 

J-  *J  i   •  Song  of  gratitude  and  praise. 

1  GOD  of  my  life  !  through  all  my  days, 
I'll  tune  the  grateful  notes  of  praise  ; 
The  song  shall  wake  with  op'ning  light, 

— p       And  warble  to  the  silent  night. 

2  When  anxious  cares  would  break  my  rest, 
And  griefs  would  tear  my  throbbing  breast, 

cr        The  notes  of  praise  ascending  high, 
— p      Shall  check  the  murmur  and  the  sigh. 

3  When  death  o'er  nature  shall  prevail, 
And  all  the  powers  of  language  fail, 

cr        Joy  through  my  swimmingeyes  shall  break, 
And  mean  the  thanks  I  cannot  speak. 

vi     4  But  oh  !  when  that  last  conflict's  o'er, 
And  I  am  chain'd  to  earth  no  more ; 
With  what  glad  accents  shall  I  rise 
To  join  the  music  of  the  skies  ! 

f     5  Then  shall  I  learn  th'  exalted  strains 

That  echo  through  the  heav'nly  plains: 

And  emulate  with  joy  unknown 

The  glowing  seraphs  round  thy  throne. 

Doddridge. 

]AQ  S.  M.—  Clapton.     Oakland. 

.  «_/0«  Exalted  praise. 

vi.fl  STAND  up  and  bless  the  Lord, 
Ye  people  of  his  choice: 
Stand  up  and  bless  the  Lord  your  God, 
With  heart,  and  soul,  and  voice. 

di     2  Though  far  above  all  praise, 

Above  all  blessing  high  ; 
a§r       Who  would  not  fear  his  holy  name} 

And  laud  and  magnify  1 


260  HYMXS. 

d      3  0  for  the  living  flame 

From  his  own  altar  brought, 
To  touch  oar  lips,  our  minds  inspire, 
cr  And  wing  to  heav'n  our  thought 

4  God  is  our  strength  and  song, 

And  his  salvation  ours; 
Then  be  his  love  in  Christ  proclaim'd. 
With  all  our  ransom'd  powers. 

5  Stand  up  and  bless  the  Lord, 

The  Lord  our  God  adore; 
/        Stand  up  and  bless  his  glorious  name, 
Henceforth  for  evermore. 

Montgomery. 

1  GO  C'  M'~ M°ravian'    Tolland. 

j.  *J  *J  •  Perpetual  praise. 

/!  t  1  YES,  I  will  bless  thee,  O  my  God, 
Through  all  my  mortal  days; 
And  to  eternity  prolong, 

Thy  vast,  thy  boundless  praise. 

di    2  Nor  shall  my  tongue  alone  proclaim 

The  honors  of  my  God; 
cr        My  life  with  all  its  active  pow'rs 

Shall  spread,  thy  praise  abroad. 

di    3  Not  death  itself  shall  stop  my  song, 
Though  death  will  close  my  eyes; 

cr        My  thoughts  shall  then  to  nobler  heights, 
And  sweeter  raptures  rise. 

f    4  There  shall  my  lips  in  endless  praise 
Their  grateful  tribute  pay; 
The  theme  demands  an  angel's  tongue, 
And  an  eternal  day. 

Ileglnbolhain. 

£)r\r\  8's  and  T s.— Dismission 

/w  v/v/«  Universal  praise. 

vi.fi  PRAISE  to  God  the  great  Creator, 
Praise  to  God  from  every  tongue. 
Join,  my  soul,  with  every  creature, 
Join  the  universal  song. 

d      2  Father!  source  of  all  compassion! 
Pure,  unbounded  grace  is  thine ; 
Hail  the  God  of  our  salvation  ; 
Praise  him  for  his  love  divine. 


GRACES. 

cr    3  For  ten  thousand  blessings  given, 
For  the  hope  of  future  joy; 
Heirs  of  endless  bliss  in  heaven, 
Sound  Jehovah's  praise  on  high. 
4  Joyfully  on  earth  adore  him, 

Till  in  heav'n  our  song  we  raise ; 
— di    Then  enraptur'd  fall  before  him, 
— p         Lost  in  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 
ff    £  Praise  to  God  the  great  Creator, 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost; 
Praise  him  every  living  creature, 
Earth  and  heav'n's  united  host 


Anon 


201 


GRACES.* 


L.  M. — Dukestreet.     Uxbridge. 
The  beatitudes.    Matt.  v.  3— 12. 


t  f    1  BLEST  are  the  humble  souls  that  see 
Their  emptiness  and  poverty; 
Treasures  of  grace  to  them  are  giv'n, 
And  crowns  of  joy  laid  up  in  heav'n. 

2  Blest  are  the  men  of  broken  heart, 
Mourners  who  from  their  sins  depart; 
The  blood  of  Christ  divinely  flows, 

A  healing  balm  for  all  their  woes. 

3  Blest  are  the  meek,  who  stand  afar 
From  rage  and  passion,  noise  and  war; 
God  will  secure  their  happy  state, 

And  plead  their  cause  against  the  great 

4  Blest  are  the  souls  that  seek  for  grace. 
Hunger  and  thirst  for  righteousness  ; 
They  shall  be  well  supplied,  and  fed 
With  living  streams,  and  living  bread. 

PAUSE. 

5  Blest  are  the  men  whose  hearts  can  move 
And  melt  with  sympathy  and  love  ; 
From  Christ  the  Lord  shall  they  obtain 
Like  sympathy  and  love  again. 

*  See   Ckiust,  Holy  Speut,  Gospsl.   Doctrinal.  Revival   Ex 

PRBIME-N^AI,  &C. 

31 


202 


3«  HYMNS 

6  Biest  are  the  pure,  whose  hearts  are  clean 
From  the  defiling  power  of  sin; 

With  endless  pleasure  they  shall  see 
A  God  of  spotless  purity. 

7  Blest  are  the  men  of  peaceful  life, 

Who  quench  the  coals  of  growing  strife  j 
They  shall  be  calPd  the  heirs  of  bliss, 
The  sons  of  God,  the  God  of  peace. 

8  Blest  are  the  sufPrers  who  partake 
Of  scorn  and  shame  for  Jesus'  sake  ; 
Their  souls  shall  triumph  in  the  Lord, 
Glory  and  joy  are  their  reward. 

L.  M.— Sterling. 
•  The  gospel  exemplified  in  the  conduct.    Titus  ii.  10—13 

1 1     1  SO  let  our  lips  and  lives  express 
The  holy  gospel  we  profess ; 
So  let  our  works  and  virtues  shine, 
To  prove  the  doctrine  all  divine. 

2  Thus  shall  we  best  proclaim  abroad 
The  honors  of  our  Saviour  God ; 
While  his  salvation  reigns  within, 
And  grace  subdues  the  pow'r  of  sin. 

[3  Our  flesh  and  sense  must  be  denied, 
Passion  and  envy,  lust  and  pride ; 
While  justice,  temp'rance,  truth,  and  love 
Our  inward  piety  approve.] 

4  Religion  bears  our  spirits  up, 

While  we  expect  that  blessed  hope, 
The  bright  appearance  of  the  Lord, 
And  faith  stands  leaning  on  his  word. 


C.  M.— Peterborough.    Fabius. 
Love  to  God. 


203. 

t  I    1  HAPPY  the  heart  where  graces  reign. 
Where  love  inspires  the  breast , 
Love  is  the  brightest  of  the  train, 
And  strengthens  all  the  rest. 

2  Knowledge  may  boast  herself  in  vain, 
Or  fill  the  soul  with  fear ; 
Sin  will  prevail,  and  live,  and  reign, 
If  love  be  absent  there. 


GRACES.  363 

[3  'Tis  love  that  makes  our  cheerful  feet 
In  swift  obedience  move ; 
The  devils  know  and  tremble  too, 
But  they  can  never  love.] 

vi     4  Love  is  the  grace  that  lives  and  sings, 
When  faith  and  hope  shall  cease; 
'Tis  this  shall  strike  our  joyful  strings 
In  the  sweet  realms  of  bliss. 

5  Before  we  quite  forsake  our  clay, 
Or  leave  earth's  dark  abode, 
/        The  wings  of  love  bear  us  away, 
To  see  our  smiling  God. 


L.  M. — Sterling.     Luton. 
Religion  nothing  without  love.     1  Cor.  xiii.  1,  3. 


204, 

'  *     1  HAD  I  the  tongues  of  Greeks  and  Jews, 
And  nobler  speech  than  angels  use, 
If  love  were  absent,  1  am  found, 
Like  tinkling  brass,  an  empty  sound. 

2  Were  I  inspir'd  to  preach  and  tell 
All  that  is  done  in  heav'n  and  hell; 
Or  could  my  faith  the  world  remove, 
Still  I  am  nothing  without  love. 

3  Should  I  distribute  all  my  store 
To  clothe  the  naked,  feed  the  poor, 
Or  give  my  body  to  the  flame, 

To  gain  a  martyr's  glorious  name: 

4  If  love  to  God  and  love  to  men 
Be  absent,  all  my  hopes  are  vain , 
Nor  tongues,  nor  gifts,  nor  fiery  zeal, 
The  work  of  love  can  e'er  fulfil. 


205 


C.  M. —  Chester.     Fabius.     Dunchurch. 
Brotherly  love. 

1  HOW  sweet  and  heav'nly  is  the  sight, 

When  those  that  fear  the  Lord, 
In  mutual  love  and  peace  unite, 
And  thus  fulfil  his  word : 

2  When  each  can  feel  his  brother's  sigh, 

And  with  him  bear  a  part ; 
When  sorrow  flows  from  eye  to  eye, 
And  joy  from  heart  to  heart: 


£64  HYMNS. 

3  When  love  in  one  delightful  stream 

Through  every  bosom  flows, 
And  union  sweet  with  fond  esteem, 
In  every  action  glows : 

4  Love  is  the  golden  chain  that  binds 

The  happy  souls  above; 
And  he's  an  heir  of  heav'n  that  finds 
His  bosom  fill'd  with  love. 

Swain. 
C\[\£*  7's. — German  Hymn. 

/£>\J\J»  Christian  union. 

d         1  JESUS,  Lord,  we  look  to  thee, 
Let  us  in  thy  name  agree  ; 
Show  thyself  the  Prince  of  Peace, 
Bid  contention  ever  cease. 

2  Make  us  of  one  heart  and  mind, 
Courteous,  pitiful,  and  kind, 
Lowly,  meek  in  thought  and  word, 
Wholly  like  the  precious  Lord. 

3  Let  us  each  for  others  care, 
Each  his  brother's  burdens  bear, 
To  thy  church  the  pattern  give, 
Show  how  true  believers  live. 

4  Free  from  envy  and  from  pride, 
Let  us  thus  in  God  abide, 

And  the  depths  of  love  express, 
And  the  heights  of  holiness. 

5  Let  us  then  with  joy  remove 
To  thy  family  above  ; 
There  in  perfect  union  raise 
Sweeter  songs  and  nobler  praise. 

Wesle? 

9CY7       S-  M— Watchman-  8L  7%o»»^- 

&\J  I  •  Christian  unity. 

•  I        1  LET  party  names  no  more 

The  Christian  world  o'erspread; 
Gentile  and  Jew,  and  bond  and  free, 
Are  one  in  Christ  their  head. 

2  Let  envy  and  ill-will 
Be  banish'd  far  away, 
And  all  in  Christian  bonds  unite, 
Who  the  same  Lord  obey. 


GRACES.  38 

3  Among  the  saints  on  earth, 

Let  mutual  love  be  found  ; 
Heirs  of  the  same  inheritance, 
With  mutual  blessings  crown'd. 

4  Thus  will  the  church  below 

Resemble  that  above ; 
Where  streams  of  pleasure  ever  flow, 
And  every  heart  is  love. 

Beddome. 
Qf\Q  **  M-— Repose,     ex.    Derby. 

■^v/O.         Christian  love.     Phil.  ii.  1.  Eph.  iv.  30. 

of     1  NOW,  by  the  love  of  Christ  my  God, 

His  deep  distress,  his  sore  complaints, 
His  dying  groans  and  precious  blood, 
I  charge  my  soul  to  love  the  saints. 

1  »      2  Clamor  and  wrath  far  hence  be  gone, 
Envy  and  hate  for  ever  cease: 
Let  bitter  words  no  more  be  known 
Among  the  saints,  the  sons  of  peace. 

p  /~v  3  The  Spirit,  like  a  peaceful  dove, 

Flies  from  the  realms  of  noise  and  strife : 
Why  should  we  ever  grieve  his  love, 
Who  seals  us  for  eternal  life. 

p.affA  Tender  and  kind  be  all  our  thoughts, 
Through  all  our  lives  let  mercy  run; 
So  God  forgives  our  numerous  faults, 
Through  grace  abounding  in  the  Son. 

QOQ  L.  M.— Duke-street.     Stonefield. 

/£\j\j  •  We  walk  by  faith,  and  not  by  sight. 

1  'TIS  by  the  faith  of  joys  to  come, 

«jr  We  walk  through  deserts  dark  as  night: 

Till  we  arrive  at  heav'n,  our  home, 
Faith  is  our  guide,  and  faith  our  light 

2  The  want  of  sight  she  well  supplies  ; 
vi  She  bids  the  pearly  gates  appear : 

Far  into  distant  worlds  she  pries, 
And  brings  eternal  glories  near. 

3  Cheerful  we  tread  the  desert  through, 

While  faith  beholds  a  heav'nly  ray, 
/       Though  lions  roar,  and  tempests  blow, 
And  rocks  and  dangers  fill  the  way. 
31* 


HYMNS. 


So  Abr'am  by  divine  command, 
Left  his  own  home  to  walk  with  God  j 

His  faith  beheld  the  promis'd  land, 
And  fir'd  his  zeal  along  the  road.] 


210. 


REVIVAL.* 


8's,  7's,  and  4' s.— Greenville.     Zion. 
"Lord,  revive  us." 


d      1  SAVIOUR,  visit  thy  plantation, 

Grant  us,  Lord,  a  gracious  rain : 

All  will  come  to  desolation, 
Unless  thou  return  again: 

Lord,  revive  us, 
Human  help  is  all  in  vain. 

2  Once,  O  Lord,  thy  garden  flourishM, 
Every  part  was  gay  and  green ; 

All  ite  plants  by  thee  were  nourish'd, 
How  delightful  was  the  scene  ! 

Lord,  revive  us, 

On  thy  mighty  pow'r  we  lean. 

cr    3  Keep  no  longer  at  a  distance, 
Smile  upon  us  from  on  high  ; 
Lest  for  want  of  thine  assistance, 

di  Every  plantshould droop  and  die: 

cr        Lord,  revive  us, 

Hear  in  heav'n  our  earnest  cry. 

1  *    4  Let  each  one  esteem'd  thy  servant, 
Break  the  bonds  of  earthly  care ; 
Let  our  mutual  love  be  fervent ; 
Help  us  to  prevail  in  pray'r: 
cr        Lord,  revive  us, 

Let  us  now  the  bl-essing  share. 

Newtv. 


•See  Christ,   Holy  Spirit.  Graces,  Appeals  to  the  Unconverted, 
Conviction  and  Conversion,  Experimental,  A.c. 


REVIVAL. 

Q1    1  8*3  and  7's. — Dismission. 

&  J.  X  •  Zion  comforted. 

off  1  ZION,  dreary  and  in  anguish, 

In  the  desert  hast  thou  stray'd ! 
O,  thou  weary,  cease  to  languish ; 
Jesus  shall  lift  up  thy  head. 

2  Still  lamenting  and  bemoaning, 

Mid  thy  follies  and  thy  woes  ! 
Soon  repenting  and  returning, 
All  thy  solitude  shall  close. 

3  Though  benighted  and  forsaken, 

Though  afflicted  and  distress'd  ; 
His  Almighty  arm  shall  waken ; 

Zion's  King  shall  give  thee  rest. 
vi     4  Cease  thy  sadness  unbelieving; 

Soon  his  glory  shalt  thou  see! 
Joy  and  gladness,  and  thanksgiving, 

And  the  voice  of  melody. 

£".  Songs 
Q1   Q  S's  and  7's. — Aberdeen. 

&  Jl  &•  Spiritual  harvest.     Ps  cxxvi.  5,  6. 

d      1  HE  that  goeth  forth  with  weeping, 
Bearing  still  the  precious  seed, 
Never  tiring,  never  sleeping, 
All  his  labor  shall  succeed. 
vi         Then  will  fall  the  rain  of  heaven, 
Then  the  sun  of  mercy  shine  ; 
Precious  fruits  will  then  be  given, 
Through  an  influ'nce  all  divine. 
'  *    2  Sow  thy  seed,  be  never  weary, 

Nor  let  fears  thy  mind  employ ; 
Be  the  prospect  ne'er  so  dreary, 
Thou  may'st  reap  the  fruits  of  joy. 
er        Lo !  the  scene  of  verdure  bright'ning, 

See  the  rising  grain  appear ; 
*—f      Look  again  !  the  fields  are  whit'ning; 
Sure  the  harvest  time  is  near. 

At., 

Q1   Q  c    M.— Peterborough.    Fabius. 

s£  J.  O  •  What  is  prayer  1 

1 1  PRAYER  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire, 
Utter'd  or  unexpress'd  ; 
The  motion  of  a  hidden  fire 
That  trembles  in  the  breast.] 


»fc  IIYMNS. 

~>      2  Prayer  is  the  burden  of  a  sigh. 
The  falling  of  a  tear; 
The  upward  glancing  of  an  eye, 
When  none  but  God  is  near. 

[3  Prayer  is  the  simplest  form  of  speech 
That  infant  lips  can  try: 
Prayer,  the  sublimest  strains  that  reach 
The  Majesty  on  high.] 

4  Prayer  is  the  Christian's  vital  breath, 
The  Christian's  native  air: 
cr        His  watchword  at  the  gates  of  death ; 
He  enters  heav'n  with  prayer. 

d      5  Prayer  is  the  contrite  sinner's  voice 
Returning  from  his  ways ; 
While  angels  in  their  songs  rejoice, 
And  cry,  "  behold  he  prays." 

off  6  O  Thou,  by  whom  we  come  to  God, 
The  life,  the  truth,  the  way ; 
Behold  us  from  thy  high  abode : 
Lord,  teach  us  how  to  pray. 

Montgomery. 


S.  M.—  Watchman.     Psalm  25. 
Prayer  for  a  revival. 


214. 

aff       10  LORD,  thy  work  revive, 
In  Zion's  gloomy  hour, 
And  let  our  dying  graces  live 
By  thy  restoring  power. 

2  O  let  thy  chosen  few 

AwaKe  to  earnest  prayer; 
Their  covenant  again  renew, 
And  walk  in  filial  fear. 

3  Thy  Spirit  then  will  speak 

Through  lips  of  humble  clay, 
cr  Till  hearts  of  adamant  shall  break, 

Till  rebels  shall  obey. 

4  Now  lend  thy  gracious  ear ; 

Now  listen  to  our  cry : 
O.  come  and  bring  salvation  near; 
Our  souls  on  thee  rely. 

S*.  Soften 


REVIVAL.  369 

Q-l   pr  L.  M.—  Uxbridge.    Duke-street. 

&  JL  tJ  •  Wrestling  for  a  gracious  visitation. 

off  1  WHILE  fill'd  with  sadness  and  dismay, 
To  see  the  work  of  God  decline; 
Methought  I  heard  the  Saviour  say, 
"  Dismiss  thy  fear,  the  ark  is  mine. 

2  "  Though  for  a  time  I  hid  my  face, 
Rely  upon  my  love  and  pow'r  ; 
Still  wrestle  at  the  throne  of  grace, 
And  wait  for  a  reviving  hour. 

cr    3  "  Take  down  thy  long  neglected  harp, 

I've  seen  thy  tears,  and  heard  thy  pray'r; 
The  winter  season  has  been  sharp, 
But  spring  shall  all  its  wastes  repair." 

vi     4  Lord,  I  obey ;  my  hopes  revive  : 

Come  join  with  me,  ye  saints,  and  singi 
Our  foes  in  vain  against  us  strive, 
For  God  will  help  and  triumph  bring. 

Newton. 
Q1   /»  L.  yi.—Darwen.     Vernon. 

vlOi  Effects  of  the  fall  lamented. 

aff  1  ARISE,  my  tend'rest  thoughts  arise, 
Let  sorrows  melt  my  streaming  eyes ; 
And  thou,  my  heart,  with  anguish  feel 
Those  evils  which  thou  canst  not  heal. 

2  See  human  nature  sunk  in  shame  j 
See  scandals  pour'd  on  Jesus'  name  ; 
The  Father  wounded  through  the  Son, 
The  world  abus'd,  the  soul  undone. 

3  See  the  short  course  of  vain  delight, 
Ending  in  everlasting  night, 

In  flames  that  no  abatement  know, 
Though  £oods  of  tears  for  ever  flow. 

tx    4  My  God,  I  feel  the  mournful  scene, 

And  yearn  with  grief  o'er  dying  men  : 
Fain  would  my  sympathy  reclaim 
Souls  that  will  perish  in  the  flame. 

d      5  But  feeble  my  compassion  proves, 

And  can  but  weep  where  most  it  loves : 

cr        Thy  own  Almighty  arm  employ, 

And  turn  the  floods  of  grief  to  joy. 

Doddridge. 


3?0  HYMNS. 


L.  M.—  Uxbridge.    Derby. 
Vision  of  dry  bones.    Ezek.  xxxvii.  3. 


217. 

off  1  LOOK  down,  O  Lord,  with  pitying  eye, 
See  Adam's  race  in  ruin  lie : 
Sin  spreads  its  trophies  o'er  the  ground, 
And  scatters  slaughter'd  heaps  around. 

' '    2  And  can  these  dead  awake  and  live  ? 

These  dry,  these  perish'd  bones  revive  ? 
cr        That,  mighty  God,  to  thee  is  known  : 

That  wondrous  work  is  all  thy  own. 

3  Thy  ministers  are  sent  in  vain, 
To  prophesy  upon  the  slain ; 
In  vain  they  call,  in  vain  they  cry, 
Till  thine  Almighty  aid  is  nigh. 

vi     4  But  if  thy  Spirit  deigns  to  breathe, 

Life  spreads  through  all  the  realms  of  death, 

/  Dry  oones  obey  thy  pow'rful  voice ; 
They  move,  they  waken,  they  rejoice. 

Doddridge, 


9.  M.— Dover.    St.  Thonas. 
•  The  a  ;tive,  watchful  Christian.    Luke  xii.  35,  38. 


218 

/' '  1  YE  servants  of  the  Lord, 
Each  in  his  office  wait : 
Observant  of  his  heav'nly  word, 
And  watchful  at  his  gate. 

2  Let  all  your  lamps  be  bright, 

And  trim  the  golden  flame : 
Gird  up  your  loins  as  in  his  sight, 
For  awful  is  his  name. 

3  "  Watch,"  'tis  your  Lord's  command, 

And  while  we  speak  he's  near ; 
Mark  the  first  signal  from  his  hand, 
And  ready  all  appear. 

vi     4  O,  happy  servant  he, 

In  such  a  posture  found  ! 
He  shall  his  Lord  with  rapture  see, 
And  be  with  honor  crown 'd. 

Doddridg*. 


219 


REVIVAL  ffl 

C.  M.—  Chester.     Fabiua. 
lx>ve  to  Christ  and  his  flock. 


a      1  DO  not  I  love  thee,  O  my  Lord  ? 
Behold  my  heart  and  see  ; 
And  cast  each  worthless  idol  out, 
That  dares  to  rival  thee. 

2  Is  not  thy  name  melodious  still 
To  my  attentive  ear  ? 
Doth  not  each  pulse  with  pleasure  bound 
My  Saviour's  voice  to  hear? 

cr    3  Do  I  not  love  thee  from  my  soul  ? 
di  Then  let  me  nothing  love  : 

Dead  be  my  heart  to  every  joy, 
When  Jesus  cannot  move. 

p      4  Hast  thou  a  lamb  in  all  thy  flock 

I  would  disdain  to  feed? 
f        Hast  thou  a  foe  before  whose  face 

I  fear  thy  cause  to  plead? 

5  Could  not  my  heart  pour  forth  its  blood 
In  honor  of  thy  name? 
And  challenge  the  cold  hand  of  death 
To  damp  th'  immortal  flame? 

d      6  Thou  know'st  I  love  thee,  dearest  Lord  - 
ex  But  oh  !  I  long  to  soar 

Far  from  the  sphere  of  mortal  joys, 
And  learn  to  love  thee  more. 

Doddridge, 

QQC\  S.  M.— St.  Giles.     Psalm  25. 

&&\J •  Weeping  penitence.    Luke  xix  41. 

off  1  DID  Christ  o'er  sinners  weep  ? 
And  shall  our  tears  be  dry  ? 
Let  floods  of  penitential  grief 
Burst  forth  from  every  eye ! 
2  The  Son  of  God  in  tears ! 
Ye  wond'ring  angels  see  ! 
Be  thou  astonish'd,  O  my  soul , 
He  shed  those  tears  for  thee! 
di    3  'Tis  well  for  thee  to  weep, 

Each  sin  demands  a  tear; 
In  heav'n  alone  no  sin  is  found, 
And  there's  no  weeping  there. 

BmMmm 


221 


873  HYMNS. 

7's. — German  Hymn. 
Winning  souls  to  Christ.    Prov.  xi.  30. 

p      1  WOULD  you  win  a  soul  to  God, 
Tell  him  of  a  Saviour's  blood, 
Once  for  dying  sinners  spilt, 
To  atone  for  all  their  guilt. 

2  Tell  him  how  the  streams  did  glide 
From  his  hands,  his  feet,  his  side, 
How  his  head  with  thorns  was  crown'd, 
And  his  heart  in  sorrow  drown'd: 

3  How  he  yielded  up  his  breath, 
How  he  agoniz'd  in  death, 
How  he  lives  to  intercede, 
Christ  our  Advocate  and  Head. 

4  Tell  him,  it  was  sovereign  grace, 
Led  thee  first  to  seek  his  face  ; 
Made  thee  choose  the  better  part, 
Wrought  salvation  in  thy  heart. 

p      5  Tell  him  of  that  liberty 

Wherewith  Jesus  makes  us  free  ; 
Sweetly  speak  of  sins  forgiv'n, 
Earnest  of  the  joys  of  heav'n. 

Hammond. 

0)0)0}  L-  M.— PbnAaM's.     Park-street. 

&/£>/£>  •  The  pentecostal  season. 

vi     1  GREAT  was  the  day,  the  joy  was  great, 

When  the  belov'd  disciples  met, 
While  on  their  heads  the  Spirit  came, 
And  sat  like  cloven  tongues  of  flame. 

2  What  signs  and  miracles  he  gave, 
Words  that  had  pow'r  to  kill  or  save; 
The  gift  of  healing,  and  of  tongues, 
Instead  of  swords  or  warlike  throngs. 

3  Nations,  the  learned  and  the  rude, 
Were  by  those  heav'nly  arms  subdu'd, 
While  Satan  rages  at  his  loss, 

And  hates  the  doctrines  of  the  cross. 

4  The  weapons  of  God's  holy  war, 
Of  what  amazing  force  they  are, 
To  make  the  stubborn  passions  bow, 
And  lay  the  proudest  rebel  low  ! 


REVIVAL.  ; 

f^j  Great  King  of  Grace,  my  heart  subdue  ! 
I  would  be  led  in  triumph  too, 
A  willing  captive  to  my  Lord, 
And  sing  the  vict'ries  of  his  word. 

Q£)0  c    M-  V— Retirement. 

^'/<wOi  Church  fellowship  in  a  revival. 

d    ]   OUR  souls  by  love  together  drawn, 
Cemented,  mix'd  in  one; 
One  hope,  one  heart,  one  mind,  one  voice 
5Tis  heav'n  on  earth  begun: 
vi       Our  hearts  have  felt  the  Spirit's  pow'r, 
And  glow'd  with  sacred  fire; 
While  Jesus  spoke,  and  fed,  and  blest, 
And  fiird  th'  enlarg'd  desire. 

2  A  cloud  of  mercy  rises  still ; 

The  heav'ns  are  big  with  rain : 
Lord,  hasten  the  celestial  show'r, 

Nor  let  us  plead  in  vain : 
Now  while  the  gentle  drops  descend, 
Pour  down  a  mighty  flood  ; 
f      Deluge  the  nations,  shake  the  earth, 
Till  all  proclaim  thee  God. 

ii  3  And  when  thou  mak'st  thy  jewels  up, 

To  form  thy  starry  crown  ; 
When  all  thy  sparkling  gems  shall  shine 

Proclaim"^  by  thee,  thy  own ; 
d        May  we,  a  little  band  of  love, 

We  sinners  sav'd  by  grace, 
cr       From  glory  unto  glory  chang'd, 

Behold  thee  face  to  face. 


MlUer 


QQ,j  H.  M. —  Weymouth.    Triumph. 

/&/£Q»  Rejoicing  in  a  general  revival. 

tif         1  O  ZION,  tune  thy  voice, 

And  lift  thy  hands  on  high  j 
Tell  all  the  world  thy  joys, 
And  shout  salvation  nigh  : 
Cheerful  in  God, 
Arise  and  shine; 
AVhile  rays  divine 
Stream  all  abroad. 
:Y2 


3T4  HYMNS. 

di  2  He  gilds  thy  mourning  face 

With  beams  that  cannot  fade*, 
cr  His  all  resplendent  grace 

He  pours  around  thy  head  : 
The  nations  round 
Thy  form  shall  view, 
With  lustre  new 
Divinely  crown'd. 

3  In  honor  to  his  name 

Reflect  that  sacred  light, 
And  loud  that  grace  proclaim 

Which  makes  thy  darkness  bright; 
Pursue  his  praise, 
Till  sovereign  love 
In  worlds  above, 
Thy  glory  raise. 

4  There  on  his  holy  Ml! 

A  brighter  Sun  shall  rise, 
And  with  his  radiance  fill 
Those  fairer,  purer  skies  : 
While  round  his  throne 
Ten  thousand  stars, 
In  nobler  spheres 
His  influence  own. 

Doddridge* 


APPEALS  TO  THE  UNCONVERTED  * 

OO  P\  ~'s- — German  Hymn. 

Z+tJ+ffJ  •  Expostulation  with  the  sinner. 

H     1  HASTE,  O  sinner,  to  be  wise, 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun : 

Wisdom  warns  thee  from  the  skies, 

All  the  paths  of  death  to  shun. 

2  Haste,  and  mercy  now  implore : 
Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun: 
ag       Thy  probation  may  be  o'er, 

Ere  this  evening's  work  is  done. 


•  See  Christ,  Gospel,  Doctrinal,  Conviction  ani>  ConvessioHi 
Judgment,  Arc,  als--  Psalxs  2,  36,  CO,  52,  55,  59,  63,  SS,  i)7  139. 


APPEALS  TO  THE  UNCONVERTED.  870 

vi     3  Haste,  while  yet  thou  canst  be  blest: 
Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun: 

ag       Death  may  e'en  thy  soul  arrest, 
Ere  the  morrow  is  begun. 

EpU.  Call. 


—  Tht  Warning.    Kingswaod, 
Alarm  to  the  sinner. 


226.  7fl 

ag   1  SINNER,  stop,  O  stop  and  think, 
Before  you  farther  go  ; 
Will  you  sport  upon  the  brink 
Of -everlasting  wo ! 

On  the  verge  of  ruin  stop  ; — 
Now  the  friendly  warning  take ; 

Stay  your  footsteps,  ere  you  drop 
Into  the  burning  lakel 

2  Say,  have  you  an  arm  like  God, 

That,  you  his  will  oppose  ? 
Fear  you  not  that  iron  rod 

With  which  he  breaks  his  foes  ? 
Can  you  stand  in  that  dread  day, 

Which  his  justice  shall  proclaim. 
When  the  earth  shall  melt  away, 

Like  wax  before  the  flame  ? 

3  Ghastly  death  will  quickly  come, 

And  drag  you  to  the  bar : 
Then  you'll  hear  your  awful  doom, 

And  sink  in  deep  despair  ! 
AH  your  sins  will  round  you  crowd  ; 

You  will  mark  their  crimson  die, 
Each  for  vengeance  crying  loud, 

And  then— no  refuge  nigh. 

Xaclon. 

QQry  €.  M.—Morrlmid.     tz. 

Ab>/&  i  •  Terrors  of  divine  wrarh. 

ag    1  ADORE  and  tremble,  for  our  God 
Is  a  consuming  lire  ;* 
Those  that  despise  a  Saviour's  blood, 
Must  meet  his  awful  ire. 

2  Reluctantly  the  burning  rays 
Are  fore'd  into  a  flame; 
But  kindled,  oh,  how  fierce  they  blaze, 
Upon  all  nature's  frame  ' 

■  Heb.jrii.S. 


S76  HYMNS. 

3  At  his  approach  the  mountains  flee 

And  seek  a  wat'ry  grave  ; 

Affrighted  oceans  haste  away, 

And  shrink  up  every  wave. 

4  Yet,  mighty  God,  thy  sovereign  grace 

Sits  regent  on  the  throne, 
The  refuge  of  thy  chosen  race 
When  wrath  comes  rushing  down. 

OOQ  ^'s' — Norwich.    German  Hymn. 

/C/£(D»  Prepare  to  meet  thy  God. 

ag-    1  SINNER,  art  thou  still  secure? 
Wilt  thou  still  refuse  to  pray  ? 
Can  thy  heart  or  hand  endure, 
In  the  Lord's  avenging  day  ? 

2  See,  his  mighty  arm  is  bared  ; 

Awful  terrors  clothe  his  brow ; 
For  his  judgment  stand  prepar'd, 
Thou  must  either  break  or  bow r 

3  Who  his  advent  may  abide  ? 

You  that  glory  in  your  shame, 
Can  you  find  a  place  to  hide, 
When  the  world  is  wrapt  in  flame ! 

Newton. 
QQQ  L-  c-  M~ Warning Voiee. 

/W /w  «_/ •  A  voice  of  warning. 

ag    1  THAT  warning  voice,  O  sinner,  hear, 
And  while  salvation  lingers  near, 

The  heav'nly  call  obey; 
Flee  from  destruction's  downward  path, 
Flee  from  the  threat'ning  storm  of  wrath 

That  rises  o'er  thy  way. 

2  Soon  night  comes  on  with  thick'ning  shade 
The  tempest  hovers  o'er  thy  head, 

cr  The  winds  their  fury  pour; 

The  light'nings  rend  the  earth  and  skies, 
The  thunders  roar,  the  flames  arise, 
What  terrors  fill  that  hour  ! 

3  That  warning  voice,  O  sinner,  hear, 
Whose  accents  linger  on  thine  ear  ; 

Thy  footsteps  now  retrace  : 
Fvenounce  thy  sins  and  be  forgiv'n, 
Believe,  become  an  heir  of  heav'n, 

And  sing  redeeming  grace. 


APPEALS  TO  THE  UNCONVERTED.  377 

d      4  Then,  while  a  voice  of  pardon  speaks, 
di        The  storm  is  hush'd,  the  morning  breaks, 

The  heav'ns  are  ail  serene  ; 
cr         Fres))  verdure  clothes  the  beauteous  fields, 
ri         Joy  echoes  from  the  distant  hills, 

New  wonders  fill  the  scene. 


5".  Songa, 


230. 


L.  M. — Lullier's  Hymn.     Sterling. 
Youth  admonished  of  the  judgment. 


ag    1  YE  sons  of  Adam,  vain  and  young, 

Indulge  your  eyes,  indulge  your  tongue, 
Enjoy  the  day  of  mirth  ;  but  know 
There  is  a  day  of  judgment  too  ! 

2  God  from  on  high  beholds  your  thoughts, 
His  book  records  your  secret  faults ; 
The  works  of  darkness  you  have  dono 
Must  all  appear  before  the  sun. 

3  The  recompense  so  justly  due, 

"Will  strike  the  soul  with  terror  through . 
How  will  ye  stand  before  his  face, 
Or  answer  for  his  injur'd  grace  ! 

*ijf  4  Almighty    God,  turn  off  their  eyes 
From  eartn*s  alluring  vanities  ; 
And  let  the  terrors  of  thy  word, 
Waken  their  souls  to  fear  the  Lord. 


231 


L.  8L— Derby.    Daraen. 

Life  and  death  of  the  unconverted.    Eccl.  xJi.  1 — ? : 

1  NOW,  in  the  heat  of  youthful  blood, 
Remember  your  Creator  God  : 
Behold  the  month-?  come  hast'nlng  on 
When  you  shall  say.  u  my  joys  are  gone." 

off  2  Behold  the  aged  sinner  goes, 

Laden  with  guilt  and  heavy  woes, 
Down  to  the  regions  of  the  dead, 
With  endless  curses  on  his  head. 

di     3  The  dust  returns  to  dust  again, 

ag       The  soul,  in  agonies  of  pain, 

Ascends  to  God,  not  there  to  dwell, 
But  hears  her  doom,  and  sinks  to  heLl. 
32* 


373  HYMNS. 

4  Eternal  King  !  I  fear  thy  name  : 
Teach  me  to  know  how  frail  I  am : 
And  when  my  soul  must  hence  remove, 
d         Give  me  a  mansion  in  thy  love. 

aqq  C.  M.— Moreland.     Windsor. 

^/O/Wi      Exhortation  to  repentance.     Acts  xvii.  30. 

/!  1  1  REPENT  !  the  voice  celestial  cries, 
Nor  longer  dare  delay  : 
The  soul  that  scorns  the  mandate  dies, 
And  meets  the  wrathful  day  ! 

2  No  more  the  sovereign  eye  of  God 

O'erlooks  the  crimes  of  men  ; 
He  sends  his  messengers  abroad. 
To  warn  the  world  of  sin. 

3  Ye  sinners,  in  his  presence  bow, 

And  all  your  guilt  confess  ; 
Accept  the  offer'd  Saviour  now. 
Nor  trifle  with  his  grace. 

ag   4  Soon  will  the  awful  trumpet  sound 
And  call  you  to  his  bar  : 
For  mercy  knows  th'  appointed  bound, 
And  yields  to  vengeance  there. 

d      5  Oh,  listen  to  the  Saviour's  call, 
While  he  prolongs  your  days: 
Now  yield  your  hearts,  and  prostrate  fall, 
And  weep,  and  love,  and  praise. 

Doddridge. 

QC)Q       7's.    Double.— Benerf&ito.    ex.     Hoihum. 
/COOi  Expostulation  with  sinners. 

uff  1  SINNERS  turn,  why  will  ye  die ? 
God  your  Maker  asks  you  why; 
God  who  did  your  being  give. 
Made  you  with  himself  to  live  : 
He  the  fatal  cause  demands, 
Asks  the  work  of  his  own  hands  ; 
Why.  ye  thankless  creatures,  why, 
Will  ye  cross  his  love,  and  die? 

2  Sinners  turn,  why  will  ye  die? 
God  your  Saviour  asks  )'ou  why  ; 
He  who  did  your  souls  retrieve, 
Died  himself  that  ye  might  live ; 


APPEALS  TOT1  VERTED.  375 

Will  ye  let  him  di<1  lb  vain? 

Crucify  your  Lord  again? 

Why3  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  why. 

Will  ye  slight  his  grace,  and  die ? 
3  Sinners  turn,  why  will  ye  die? 
p  God  the  Spirit  asks  you  why ; 

cr        Many  a  time  with  you  he  strove, 
d  Woo'd  yon  to  embrace  his  love  ; 

Will  ye  not  his  grace  receive? 

Will  ye  still  refuse  to  live? 
aff      Why  will  ye  for  ever  die, 

O  ye  guilty  sinners,  why?  ^  ^ 

aQi  L.  M.—  Usbridge.     Lathers  Hymn. 

^  O 4r  •  Day  of  grac e. 

1 '      1  LIFE  is  the  time  to  serve  the  Lord, 
The  time  t'  insure  the  great  reward; 
And  while  the  lamp  holds  out  to  burn, 
Ye  sinners,  hasten  to  return. 
2  Life  is  the  time  that  God  hath  giv'n, 
T5  escape  from  hell  and  fly  to  heav'n, 
The  hours  of  grace  soon  pass  away  : 
Secure  the  blessings  of  the  day. 

di     3  The  living  know  that  they  must  die, 
But  all  the  dead  forgotten  lie  ; 
Their  mem'ry  and  their  sense  are  gone, 
Alike  unknowing  and  unknown. 

4  Then  what  my  thoughts  design  to  do, 
eg       I  would  with  all  my  might  pursue  ; 

Since  no  device  nor  work  is  found 
Amid  the  slumbers  of  the  ground. 

5  There  are  no  acts  of  pardon  past 

In  the  cold  grave,  to  which  we  haste. 
But  darkness,  death,  and  long  despair, 
Reign  in  eternal  silence  there. 

24)  f  L.  C.  M.— -Warning  Voice. 

e  )  O  •  Eternal  realities. 

ag    1  LO  !  on  a  narrow  neck  of  land, 

Between  two  boundless  seas,  I  stand, 

Yet  how  insensible! 
A  point  of  time,  a  moment's  space, 
Removes  me  to  yon  heav'nly  place, 
Or  shuts  me  up  in  hell ! 


oSO  HYMNS. 

ajf  2  O  God,  my  inmost  soul  convert, 

And  deeply  on  my  thoughtful  heart 

Eternal  things  impress; 
Give  me  to  feel  their  solemn  weight  j 
Oh.  save  me,  ere  it  be  too  late! 

Wake  me  to  righteousness. 
a%   3  Before  me,  place  in  dread  array, 

The  scenes  of  that  tremendous  day, 

When  thou  with  clouds  shalt  come 
To  judge  the  nations  at  thy  bar! 
Ah,  tell  me,  Lord,  shall  I  be  there, 

Be  there  to  meet  my  doom  ? 

4  Be  this  my  solemn  purpose  here, 
With  holy  trembling,  holy  fear, 

To  make  my  calling  sure  ; 
Thine  utmost  counsel  to  fulfil, 
To  suffer  all  thy  righteous  will 

And  to  the  end  endure. 

Wesley. 

QO/Z?  lVs.—Bo.rford.     Goshen,     ex. 

&0\)»  Delay  not. 

aff  1  DELAY  not,  delay  not,  O  sinner  draw  near' 

The  waters  of  life  are  now  flowing  for  thee* 

No  price  is  demanded,  the  Saviour  is  here, 

Redemption  is  purchas'd,  salvation  is  free. 

2  Delay  not,  delay  not,  why  longer  abuse 

The  love  and   compassion  of  Jesus  thy 

God  ? 
A  fountain  is  open'd.  how  can'st  thou  refuse 
To  wash  and  be  cleans'd  in  his  pardoning 

blood. 

3  Delay  not,  delay  not,  O  sinner,  to  come, 

For  mercy  still  lingers,  and  calls  thee  to* 

day: 
di        Her  voice  is  not  heard  in  the  vale  of  the 

tomb  ; 
— p  Her  message,  unheeded,  will  soon  pass 

away. 

cr    4  Delay  not,  delay  not,  the  Spirit  of  Grace, 
— di        Long  griev'd  and  resisted,  may  take  its 

sad  flight ; 
— p      And  leave  thee  in  darkness  to  finish  thy  race. 
To  sink  in  the  vale  of  eternity's  night. 


APPEALS  TO  THE  UNCONVERTED.  351 

—ago  Delay  not,  delay  not,  the  hour  is  at  hand— 
The  earth  shall  dissolve,  and  the  heavens 
shall  fade  ; 
The  dead,  small  and  great,  in  the  judgment 
shall  stand ; 
What  pow'r  then,  O  sinner!  shall  lend 
thee  its  aid ! 

S.  Songs. 

£\Qry  S.  M.— Watchman.     Psabn2o. 

f&O  I  •  To-day,  if  ye  will  hear  his  voice. 

*  1      1  NOW  is  th'  accepted  time, 
Nov.-  is  the  day  of  grace  ; 
O  sinner  !  come  without  delay, 
And  seek  the  Saviours  face. 

2  Now  is  th'  accepted  time, 

The  gospel  bids  thee  come  ; 
Each  message  from  God's  precious  word, 
Declares  there  yet  is  room. 

3  Now  is  th'  accepted  time, 

The  Saviour  calls  to-day  : 
To-morrow  may  be  never  thine ; 
O  why  wilt  thou  delay  ! 

cjf  4  Lord,  draw  reluctant  souls, 

Subdue  them  by  thy  grace; 

vi        Then  shall  the  angels  shout  for  joy 
Amid  the  realms  of  peace. 


DobeU. 


S.  M.---S?.  Giles.     Psa!m  23. 
Uncertainty  of  life. 


238. 

aff  1  TO-MORROW,  Lord,  is  thine, 
Lodg'd  in  thy  sovereign  hand  : 
And  if  its  sun  arise  and  shirt'-, 
It  shines  at  thy  command. 

2  The  present  moment  flics, 
And  bears  our  life  away  ; 
O  make  thy  servants  truly  wise, 
That  they  may  live  to-day. 

ag    3  Since  on  this  winged  hour 
Eternity  is  hung, 
Waken,  by  thine  almighty  pow'r, 
The  aged  and  the  young. 


289, 


HYMNS. 

One  tiling  demands  our  care, 

O  he  it  still  pursu'd  ! 
Lest,  slighted  once,  the  season  fair 

Should  never  be  renew'd. 

To  Jesus  may  we  fly, 

Swift  as  the  morning  light; 
For  soon  life's  golden  beams  may  die, 

In  sudden,  endless  night. 

Doddridge. 

C's  and  5's.    Peculiar.— Tune,  <l  Child  of  sin,"  $c. 
Exhortation  to  immediate  submission. 

d  1  CHILD  of  sin  and  sorrow, 

Fill'd  with  dismay. 
Wait  not  for  to-morrow, 

Yield  thee  to-day  ; 
Heav'n  bids  thee  come, 
While  yet  there's  room  ; 
Child  of  sin  and  sorrow, 

Hear  and  obey. 

2  Child  of  sin  and  sorrow, 
Why  wilt  thou  die? 
Come,  while  thou  canst  borrow, 

Help  from  on  high : 
Grieve  not  that  love, 
Which  from  above, 
Child  of  sin  and  sorrow, 
Would  bring  thee  nigh. 

S.  Sons*. 

2    A  f\  C.  L.  M.— Tune,  "  Go  teatck,*'  $c. 

^-Jr\/«  Watch  and  pray. 

M  ICO  watch  and  pray  :  tjjou  canst  not  tell 
How  near  thine  hour  may  be; 

Thou  canst  not  know  hew  soon  the  bell 
May  toll  its  notes  for  thee  : 

Death's  countless  snares  beset  thy  way; 

Frail  child  of  dust,  go  watch  and  pray. 

2  Fond  youth,  while  free  from  blighting  care 
Does  thy  firm  pulse  beat  high  ? 
Do  hope's  glad  visions,  bright  and  fair, 

Sparkle  before  thine  eye  ? 
Soon  these  must  change,  must  pass  away  , 
Frail  child  of  dust,  go  watch  and  pray. 


APPEALS  TO  THE  UNCONVERTi  D.  33 

3  Ambition,  stop  thy  panting  breath  ; 
Pride,  sink  thy  lifted  eye  ! 
ag       Behold,  the  caverns  dark  with  death 
Before  you  open  lie  ! 
The  heav'nly  warning  now  obey  ; 
Ye  sons  of  pride,  go  watch  and  pray. 

m     4  Thou  a^red  man  !  life's  wint'ry  storm, 
Hathsear'd  thy  vernal  bloom  ; 

With  trembling  limbs  and  wasting  form, 
Thou'rt  bending  o'er  the  tomb  : 

And  can  vain  hope  lead  thee  astray  ! 

Go  !  weary  pilgrim,  watch  and  pray. 

Anon. 

Q  a  -l  I.    H.— Sterling.     Derby. 

/C^±f  1  •  Warnings  by  the  Holy  Spirit. 

ajf   ]   SAY.  sinner,  hath  a  voice  within, 

Oft'whisper'd  to  thy  heedless  soul  7 
Unr'd  the«»  to  leave  the  ways  of  sin, 
And  yield  thy  heart  to  God's  control  ? 

cr*t2  Sinner,  it  was  a  heav'nly  voice  : 

It  was  the  Spirit's  gracious  call  ; 

It  bade  thee  make  the  happy  choice, 
And  take  the  Saviour  for  thy  all. 

3  Spurn  not  the  call  to  life  and  light; 
Regard  in  time  the  warning  kind  ; 
The  gospel  call  no  longer  slight; 
Obey,  and  free  salvation  mid. 

di     4  God's  Spirit  will  not  always  strive 

With  harden'd,  self-destroying  men; 

They  who  presume  his  love  to  grieve, 
May  never  hear  his  voice  again. 

-jr     5  Sinner!  perhaps  this  very  day. 

Thy  last  accepted  time  may  be  : 
off       Oh  !  shouldst  thou  grieve  him  thus  away, 

He  never  would  return  to  thee. 

ffyde. 

r\  a  r\  C.  M. — Winder*. 

/^4rW»  CorJ's  Spirit  will  not  always  strive. 

ag    1  QUENCH  not  the  Spirit  of  the  Lord, 
The  Holy  One  from  heav'n  ; 
The  Comforter,  belov'd,  ador'd; 

To  man  in  mercy  giv'n. 


5&1  HYMNS. 

2  Quench  not  the  Spirit  of  the  Lord  j 

He  will  not  always  strive : 

O  tremble  at  that  awful  word  ; 

Sinner !  awake  and  live. 

3  Quench  not  the  Spirit  of  the  Lord, 

It  is  thy  only  hope: 
O  let  his  aid  be  now  implor'd  ; 
Let  prayer  be  lifted  up. 
d      4  Grieve  not  the  Spirit  of  the  Lord, 
Heirs  of  redeeming-  grace; 
With  grateful  hearts  his  love  record. 
Whose  presence  fills  the  place. 

m  -a 

QA  Q  C.   Bl—  Barby.    Dundee. 

-v  iO»  Inquiring  the  way  to  Zion. 

1 »     1  INQUIRE,  ye  pilgrims,  for  the  way 
That  leads  to  Zion's  hill. 
And  thither  set  your  anxious  face, 
With  a  determin'd  will. 

off  2  Oh  come,  to  God's  own  temple  haste ; 
And  seek  his  favor  there  ; 
Before  his  footstool  humbly  bow, 
And  pour  your  fervent  prayer. 
d      3  Oh  come,  and  join  your  souls  to  God, 
In  everlasting  bands; 
Accept  the  blessings  he  bestows. 
With  thankful  hearts  and  hands. 

Doddridge. 

(, ,)  A    A  C.  "SI.  — Chester.     Bvrford, 

'vTbfr»  Invitation  to  sinners. 

off  1  RETURN,  O  wancl'rer,  to  thy  home, 
Thy  Father  calls  for  thee  ; 
No  longer  now  an  exile  roam 
In  guilt  and  misery. 

2  Return,  O  wanderer,  to  thy  home, 

'Tis  Jesus  calls  for  thee  : 
The  Spirit  and  the  Bride  say,  come : 
O  now  for  refuge  flee. 

3  Return.  O  wand'rer,  to  thy  home, 
ag  'Tis  madness  to  delay  ; 

There  are  no  pardons  in  the  tomb, 
And  brief  is  mercy's  day. 

S.  Songa, 


245. 


APPEALS  TO  THE  UNCONVERTED. 

7's.    6  lines.— Nuremburg. 
Sinners  exhorted. 


d      1  YE  that  in  his  courts  are  found, 
List'ning  to  the  joyful  sound, 
Lost  and  helpless  as  ye  are, 
Full  of  sorrow,  sin,  and  care, 
Glorify  the  King  of  kings, 
Take  the  peace  the  gospel  brings. 

off  2  Turn  to  Christ  your  longing  eyes, 
View  his  bleeding  sacrifice, 
See  in  him  your  sins  forgiv'n, 
Pardon,  holiness,  and  heav'n, 
Glorify  the  King  of  kings, 
Take  the  peace  the  gospel  brings. 


Burder's  CoL 


246. 


7's,  and4's. — Tune,  "  Lo,  he  comes,"  Sfc. 
Sinners  exhorted. 


/H  l  SINNERS,  will  you  scorn  the  message, 
Coming  from  the  courts  above ! 
Mercy  beams  in  every  passage, 
Every  line  is  full  of  love  : 

O  believe  it ! 
Every  line  is  full  of  love. 

2  Now  the  heralds  of  salvation 

Joyful  news  aloud  proclaim  : 
Sinners  freed  from  condemnation, 
Through  the  all-atoning  Lamb  ! 

Life  receiving, 
Through  the  all-atoning  Lamb ! 

3  Who  hath  their  report  believed  ? 

Who  hath  heard  the  solemn  word  ? 
Who  salvation  hath  received. 
Freely  offer'd  by  the  Lord  ? 

Life  immortal, 
Freely  offered  by  the  Lord. 


Ailen. 


C.  M.—Barby.     ex. 
Exhortation  to  sinners.     Isaiah 


247, 

/?  ?  1  SINNERS,  the  voice  of  God  regard, 

p  'Tis  mercy  speaks  to-day  : 

cr        He  calls  you  by  his  sovereign  word, 
From  sin's  destructive  wav. 
:i3 


386  HYMNS. 

ag    2  Like  the  rough  sea,  that  cannot  rest, 
You  live  devoid  of  peace  : 
A  thousand  stings  within  your  breast, 
Deprive  your  soul  of  ease. 

[3  Your  way  is  dark,  and  leads  to  hell, 
Why  will  you  persevere  ? 
Can  you  in  endless  torments  dwell, 
Shut  up  in  black  despair !] 

off  4  Why  will  you  in  the  crooked  ways 
Of  sin  and  folly  go  1 
In  vain  you  travel  all  your  days. 
To  reap  immortal  wo. 

d      5  But  he  that  turns  to  God  shall  live, 
Through  his  abounding  grace ; 
His  mercy  will  the  guilt  forgive 
Of  those  who  seek  his  face. 

'  I    6  Bow  to  the  sceptre  of  his  word, 
Renouncing  every  sin ; 
Submit  to  him,  your  sovereign  Lord, 
And  learn  his  will  divine. 

cr    7  His  love  exceeds  your  highest  thoughts 
He  pardons  like  a  God : 
He  will  forgive  your  num'rous  faults, 
di  Through  a  Redeemer's  blood. 

Faucet! 


248. 


C.  M. — Retirement.    Fabius. 
Christ's  invitation. 


aff  1  THE  Saviour  calls,  let  every  ear 
Attend  the  heav'nly  sound  : 
Ye  doubting  souls,  dismiss  your  fear, 
Hope  smiles  reviving  round. 

2  For  every  thirsty,  longing  heart, 

Here  streams  of  bounty  flow ; 
And  life,  and  health,  and  bliss  impart, 
To  banish  mortal  wo. 

3  Ye  sinners,  come,  'tis  mercy's  voice  j 

The  gracious  call  obey  : 
Mercy  invites  to  heav'nly  joys. 
And  can  you  yet  delay  ? 


APPEALS  TO  THE  UNCONVERTED.  397 

Dear  Saviour,  draw  reluctant  hearts, 

To  thee  let  sinners  fly: 
And  take  the  bliss  thy  love  imparts, 

And  drink  and  never  die. 


Steele. 


249. 


H.  U.—Bethesda.    Hartford. 
The  gospel  call. 


off  1  Y  E  dying  sons  of  men, 

Immerg'd  in  sin  and  wo, 
The  gospel  calls  again, 

Its  message  is  to  you : 
Ye  perishing  and  guilty,  come, 
In  mercy's  arms  there  yet  is  room. 

2  No  longer  now  delay, 

Nor  vain  excuses  frame, 
Christ  bids  you  come  to-day, 

The  poor,  and  blind,  and  lame: 
All  things  are  ready,  sinners,  come ; 
In  mercy's  arms  there  yet  is  room. 

3  Compell'd  by  bleeding  love, 

Ye  wand'ring  souls,  draw  near; 
He  calls  you  from  above, 

His  melting  accents  hear : 
Oh  !  whosoever  will,  may  come, 
In  mercy's  arms  there  yet  is  room. 

Boden. 


C.  M. — Barby.    ex.    Moreland. 
Invitation  to  the  gospel  feast.    Luke  xiv.  22. 


250. 

off  1  YE  wretched,  hungry,  starving  poor, 
Behold  a  royal  feast : 
Where  mercy  spreads  her  bounteous  store, 
For  every  humble  guest. 

2  Here  Jesus  stands  with  open  arms, 

He  calls,  he  bids  you  come  ; 
Guilt  holds  you  back,  and  fear  alarms; 
But  see,  there  yet  is  room. 

3  Room  in  the  Saviour's  bleeding  heart ; 

There  love  and  pity  meet : 
Nor  will  he  bid  the  soul  depart 
That  trembles  at  his  feet. 


388  HYMNS. 

cr-~4  Oh  come,  and  with  his  children  taste 
The  blessings  of  his  love ; 
While  hope  attends  the  sweet  repast 
Of  nobler  joys  above. 

[5  There,  with  united  heart  and  voice, 
Before  th'  Eternal  throne, 
Ten  thousand  thousand  souls  rejoice, 
In  songs  on  earth  unknown. 
vi     6  And  yet,  ten  thousand  thousand  more 
Are  welcome  still  to  come ; 
Ye  dying  souls,  the  grace  adore, 
And  enter  while  there's  room.] 

Steele. 


251 


L.  M. —  Uxbridge.     Seasons. 
•  Christ's  invitation  to  sinners.    Matt.  xi.  28.  «fec. 


d      1  "  COME  hither,  all  ye  weary  souls, 

Ye  heavy-laden  sinners,  come ; 
di        I'll  give  you  rest  from  all  your  toils, 
cr  And  raise  you  to  my  heav'nly  home. 

di    2  They  shall  find  rest  that  learn  of  me, 
p  I'm  of  a  meek  and  lowly  mind  ; 

cr        But  passion  rages  like  the  sea, 

And  pride  is  restless  as  the  wind." 

3  Jesus,  we  come  at  thy  command, 

With  faith,  and  hope,  and  humble  zeal , 
Resign  our  spirits  to  thy  hand, 
To  mould  and  guide  us  at  thy  will. 

Q/TQ  C.  M.— Retirement. 

&fJ&»  Gospel  invitation.     Isaiah  lv.  1,  &c. 

off  1  LET  every  mortal  ear  attend, 
And  every  heart  rejoice; 
The  trumpet  of  the  gospel  sounds 
With  an  inviting  voice. 

[2  Ho !  all  ye  hungry,  starving  souls, 
That  feed  upon  the  wind  ; 
And  vainly  strive,  with  earthly  toys, 
To  fill  th'  immortal  mind. 

[3  Eternal  wisdom  has  prepar'd 
A  soul-reviving  feast: 
And  bids  your  longing  appetites 
The  sweet  provision  taste.] 


APPEALS  TO  THE  UNCONVERTED. 

4  Ho  !  ye  that  pant  for  living  streams, 
And  languish,  faint,  and  die ; 
Here,  you  may  quench  your  raging  thirst, 
With  springs  that  never  dry. 

cr    5  Rivers  of  love  and  mercy  here, 
A  boundless  ocean  join; 
Salvation's  waves  abundant  flow, 
Like  floods  of  milk  and  wine. 

m<B  6  O  God  !  the  treasures  of  thy  love 
Are  everlasting  mines; 
Deep  as  our  guilt  and  wretchedness, 
And  boundless  as  our  sins. 

[7  The  happy  gates  of  gospel  grace 
Stand  open  night,  and  day : 
Lord,  we  are  come  to  seek  supplies, 
And  drive  our  wants  way.] 

QKO  s-  M  — Si-  Thomas.     Clapton. 

&  tJtJu  The  call  of  Wisdom;  or,  Christ's  invitation.  Prov.  viii.  1,  &c. 

p »  1  SHALL  Wisdom  cry  aloud, 

And  not  her  speech  be  heard  ? 
The  voice  of  God's  eternal  Word, 
Deserves  it  no  regard  ? 

2  The  Father's  chief  delight, 
His  everlasting  Son : 
He  built  the  earth  and  spread  the  heav'ns, 
And  brought  salvation  down. 

off  3  O  come,  receive  his  grace, 

Ye  children,  and  be  wise  ; 
d  Walk  in  his  pleasant,  peaceful  ways, 

— p  The  man  that  shuns  them  dies. 


254 


L.  M. —  Uxbridge.     Quito. 
"  Behold,  I  stand  at  the  door  and  knock. 


d      1  BEHOLD  a  stranger  at  the  door, 

Who  gently  knocks  in  mercy's  hour; 

In  lovely  attitude  he  stands, 

With  melting  heart  and  bleeding  hands. 

vi     2  The  friend  of  sinners  ?  yes,  'tis  he, 
With  garments  dyed  on  Calvary  : 
Rise,  touch'd  with  gratitude  divine, 
And  let  the  heav'nly  stranger  in. 
33* 


390  HYMNS. 

3  O  then  his  fulness  thou  shalt  see, 
And  sup  with  him  and  he  with  thee : 
ag       Refusing  still,  the  hour's  at  hand, 
You'll  at  his  door  rejected  stand. 

Anon. 

QKP\  c-  M.— Chester.    Dundee,    ex. 

&tJtJ  •      Christ  knocking  at  the  door  of  our  hearts. 

d      1  AND  will  the  Lord  thus  condescend, 
To  visit  sinful  worms  ? 
Thus  at  the  door  shall  mercy  stand, 
In  all  her  winning  forms  ? 

off  2  Shall  Jesus  for  admittance  plead, 
His  charming  voice  unheard  ? 
And  this  vile  heart,  for  which  he  bled, 
Remain  for  ever  barr'd  ? 

3  'Tis  sin,  alas,  with  tyrant  pow'r, 
The  lodging  has  possess'd  ; 
And  crowds  of  traitors  bar  the  door, 
Against  the  heav'nly  Guest. 

ag   4  Ye  vile  seducers!  hence  depart; 
Dear  Saviour,  enter  in ; 
O  guard  the  passage  to  my  heart, 
And  keep  out  every  sin. 

5  Lord,  show  me  thy  all-conq'ring  grace, 
Thy  mighty  power  display  ; 
d         One  beam  of  glory  from  thy  face, 
Can  drive  my  foes  away. 

Steele. 


CONVICTION  AND  CONVERSION.* 


256. 


L.  M. — Derby.    Darwen. 
What  shall  the  sinner  do  7 


aff  1  WHAT  shall  the  dying  sinner  do, 
That  seeks  relief  from  all  his  wo? 
Where  shall  the  guilty  conscience  find 
Ease  for  the  torment  of  the  mind? 

*  See  Christ,  Holy  Spirit,  Gospel,  Doctrinal,  Experimental, 
&c.  A  few  of  the  hymns  under  this  head,  expressing  the  feelings  o! 
a  convicted  sinner,  may  occasionally  be  sung,  perhaps,  by  the  Chris- 
tian, as  recollections  of  his  own  former  state,  with  prayer  for  the 
conversion  of  others. 


CONVICTION  AND  CONVERSION.  39! 

2  How  shall  he  get  his  sins  forgiv'n, 
Or  form  his  nature  fit  for  heav'n  ? 
Can  souls  impure,  defil'd  with  sin, 

Make  their  own  thoughts  and  passions  clean  ? 

3  In  vain  they  search,  in  vain  they  try, 
Till  Jesus  brings  his  gospel  nigh : 

cr      'Tis  there,  that  pow'r  and  glory  dwell, 
Which  saves  rebellious  souls  from  hell. 

4  This  is  the  pillar  of  our  hope, 
That  bears  our  fainting  spirits  up  : 

ti      We  read  the  grace,  we  trust  the  word. 
And  find  salvation  in  the  Lord. 


S.  M.— St.  Giles.    Aylesbury. 
liWhat  shall  I  do?" 


257. 

ag   1  MY  former  hopes  are  fled, 
My  terror  now  begins  ; 
My  guilty  soul,  alas,  is  dead 
In  trespasses  and  sins : 

2  Ah,  whither  shall  I  fly, 

Or  seek  for  mercy's  door  ? 
The  law  proclaims  destruction  nigh, 
And  justice  arm'd  with  pow'r. 

3  When  I  review  my  ways, 

I  dread  th'  impending  doom, 
While  yet  some  friendly  whisper  says, 
"  Flee  from  the  wrath  to  come  !" 

off  4  O  that  I  now  might  see, 

Some  glimm'ring  from  afar, 
Some  beam  of  hope  to  dawm  on  me, 
And  save  me  from  despair. 

Coicper. 


258. 


7's  and  6's. — Kingswood. 
Conviction  of  sin. 


off  1  CONSCIOUS  of  thy  ruin'd  state> 

Ah,  whither  wilt  thou  go  1 
All  within  is  desolate, 

And  all  without  is  wo  : 
If  to  heav'n  thou  turn  thine  eye, 

There  a  frowning  Judge  appears; 
How  can  he  regard  thy  cry, 

Or  quell  thy  rising  fears  ? 


392  HYMNS. 

2  Oft  hast  thou  the  Spirit  griev'd, 

So  kindly  sent  to  thee. 
And  that  message  disbeliev'd 

That  would  have  set  thee  free: 
All  the  blessings  God  hath  giv'n, 

All  the  warnings  he  hath  sent, 
Have  not  led  thy  soul  to  heav'n, 

Or  caus'd  thee  to  repent. 

ag   3  Guilty  soul,  what  wilt  thou  do  ? 
Polluted  still  thou  art ; 
God  is  faithful,  just,  and  true, 
But  thou  art  vile  in  heart : 
J.  t  T    Yield  thee  now  ;  no  more  repine  ; 
Own  the  justice  of  thy  doom  ; 
To  the  Lord  thyself  resign, 
— di        And  see — there  yet  is  room. 

S.  Song*. 


's  and  6's.    Peculiar.— Ashfield. 
Conviction  of  sin. 


259. 

off       1  WHY  sinks  my  soul,  desponding  ? 

Why  fill  my  eyes  with  tears  1 
While  nature  all-surrounding, 

The  smile  of  beauty  wears: 
Why  burden'd  still  with  sorrow 

Is  ev'ry  lab'ring  thought  ? 
Each  vision  that  I  borrow 

With  gloom  and  sadness  fraught  ? 

2  The  pleasures  that  deceiv'd  me, 

My  soul  no  more  can  charm ; 
Of  rest  they  have  bereav'd  me, 

And  fill'd  me  with  alarm ; 
The  objects  I  have  cherish'd 

Are  empty  as  the  wind ; 
My  earthly  joys  are  perish'd, 

What  comfort  shall  I  find  7 

3  If  inward  still  inquiring 

I  turn  my  searching  eye, 
Or  upward  now  aspiring, 

I  raise  my  feeble  cry, 
No  heav'nly  light  is  beaming 

To  cheer  my  troubled  breast, 
No  ray  of  comfort  gleaming 

To  give  my  spirit  rest. 


CONVICTION  AND  CONVERSION.  333 

cr        4  Oh,  from  this  dreadful  anguish 

Is  there  no  refuge  nigh  ? 
di  'Tis  guilt  that  makes  me  languish, 

And  leaves  me  thus  to  die : 
cr  I  will  renounce  my  folly 

Before  the  throne  of  grace. 
And  make  the  Lord,  most  holy, 

My  strength  and  righteousness? 

S.  Songs. 
G)iZf\  s-  M-— Aylesbury.     Psalm  25. 

/&\i\J*  The  evil  heart. 

ag    1  ASTONISH'D,  and  distressed, 

I  turn  my  eyes  within  ; 
My  heart  with  loads  of  guilt  oppress'd., 
The  seat  of  every  sin. 

2  What  crowds  of  evil  thoughts, 
What  vile  affections  there! 
Distrust,  presumption,  artful  guile, 
Pride,  envy,  slavish  fear. 

aff  3  Almighty  King  of  saints, 

These  hateful  sins  subdue  ; 
Dispel  the  darkness  from  my  mind, 
And  all  my  pow'rs  renew. 

d      4  This  done,  my  cheerful  voice 
Shall  loud  hosannas  raise  ; 
My  soul  shall  glow  with  gratitude, 
My  lips  pronounce  thy  praise. 

Toplady. 
Qf\~l  c-  M.—Moreland.     Windsor. 

&  \J  J-  •  Sinners  pleading  for  mercy. 

aff  1  LORD,  at  thy  feet  we  sinners  lie. 
And  knock  at  mercy's  door  : 
With  bleeding  heart  and  downcast  eye, 
Thy  favor  we  implore. 

2  'Tis  mercy,  mercy,  now  we  plead, 

Let  thy  compassion  move  ; 
Mercy  that  led  thee  once  to  bleed 
In  tenderness  and  love. 

3  In  mercy  now,  for  Jesus'  sake, 

O  Lord,  our  sins  forgive  ! 
Thy  grace  our  stubborn  hearts  can  break, 
And  breaking  bid  us  live. 

Brown. 


394  HYMNS. 


262. 

off  1 


7's. — Norwich.     German  Hymn. 
Confession  of  sin. 


Prostrate  at  thy  feet  I  fall ; 
Hear,  O  hear  my  ardent  cry ; 
Frown  not,  lest  I  faint  and  die. 

di    2  Vilest  of  the  sons  of  men, 

Chief  of  sinners,  I  have  been; 
Oft  abus'd  thee  to  thy  face, 
Trampled  on  thy  richest  grace. 

ag   3  Justly  might  thy  vengeful  dart, 

Pierce  this  broken,  bleeding  heart  j 
Justly  might  thy  angry  breath, 
Blast  me  in  eternal  death. 

d      4  But  with  thee  may  still  be  found, 
Balm  to  heal  my  every  wound  ; 
Soothe, O soothe, this  troubled  breast; 
Give  the  weary  wand'rer  rest. 

Anon. 
Of*6}  L.  M.— Repose.     Seasons. 

A^UOt  Rest  for  the  weary  penitent. 

aff  1  COME,  weary  souls,  with  sin  distress'd, 
Come,  and  accept  the  promis'd  rest, 
The  Saviour's  gracious  call  obey, 
And  cast  your  gloomy  fears  away. 

2  Oppress'd  with  sin,  a  painful  load, 

O  come  and  spread  your  woes  abroad : 
Divine  compassion,  mighty  love, 
Will  all  the  painful  load  remove. 

3  Here  mercy's  boundless  ocean  flows, 

To  cleanse  your  guilt  and  heal  your  woea 
Pardon  and  life,  and  endless  peace, 
How  rich  the  gift,  how  free  the  grace  i 

d      4  Lord,  we  accept  with  thankful  heart, 
The  hope  thy  gracious  words  impart: 
We  come  with  trembling,  yet  rejoice, 

di        And  bless  the  kind  inviting  voice. 

tr    5  Dear  Saviour !  let  thy  powerful  love, 
Confirm  our  faith,  our  fears  remove; 
Oh  sweetly  influ'nce  ev'ry  breast, 
And  guide  us  to  eternal  rest. 

Steel* 


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£)f*A  C.  M.—Moreland.     Windsor. 

/&  U4r<»  A  sinner  coming  to  Christ. 

off   I  COME,  trembling  sinner,  in  whose  breast 
A  thousand  thoughts  revolve : 
Come  with  thy  guilt  and  fear  oppress'd, 
And  make  this  last  resolve: 

2  "  I'll  go  to  Jesus,  though  my  sin 

High  as  the  mountains  rise  : 
I  know  his  courts,  I'll  enter  in, 
Whoever  may  despise. 

3  "Prostrate  I'll  lie  before  his  throne, 

And  there  my  guilt  confess  : 

Til  tell  him  I'm  a  wretch  undone, 

Without  his  sovereign  grace. 

4  "  Perhaps  he  will  admit  my  plea, 

And  listen  to  my  prayer  ; 
ag       But  if  I  perish,  I  will  pray, 
And  perish  only  there. 

5  "  I  can  but  perish  if  I  go, 

I  am  resolved  to  try ; 
For  if  I  stay  away,  I  know, 
I  must  for  ever  die." 

Jone*. 
0£J£v  C.  L.  M.—  Tune,  "  Go  icatch  and  pray." 

/&\JZJ  •  Prayer  for  pardoning  mercy. 

off  1  JESUS,  incarnate  Son  of  God, 
Now  hear  us  from  on  high  ; 
Oh,  seal  our  pardon  by  thy  blood, 

To  thee,  to  thee  we  cry : 
Our  prostrate  souls  no  merit  claim; 
We  plead  thine  all-prevailing  name. 

2  Thy  law,  so  holy,  just,  and  good, 
ag  Wakens  our  guilt  and  fear  ; 

And  sin  has  risen  like  a  flood, 

To  whelm  us  in  despair  : 
Guilty  we  fall  before  thy  throne, 
Thou,  Lord,  art  righteous,  thou  alone. 

3  Ruin'd  and  all  defii'd  with  sin, 

Our  souls  would  turn  and  live ; 
d  Lord,  if  thou  wilt,  now  make  us  clean, 

And  all  our  sins  forgive  : 
Thy  righteousness,  thy  bleeding  love, 
Can  ev'ry  stain  of  guilt  remove. 


396  HYMNS. 

G)C\f\  c   M.—Burford.     Windsor. 

&\)\J»  Penitence  and  submission. 

off  1  PROSTRATE,  O  Jesus,  at  thy  feet 

A  guilty  rebel  lies  : 
And  upward  to  thy  mercy  seat 
Presumes  to  lift  his  eyes. 

ag   2  Oh  let  not  justice  frown  me  hence ; 
Stay,  stay  the  vengeful  storm ; 
Forbid  it,  that  Omnipotence 
Should  crush  a  feeble  worm  ! 

di     3  If  tears  of  sorrow  would  suffice 
To  pay  the  debt  I  owe; 
Then  tears  should  from  my  weeping  eyes 
In  ceaseless  currents  flow. 

4  But  no  such  sacrifice  I  plead 
To  expiate  my  guilt ; 
d         No  tears  but  those  which  thou  hast  shed, 
No  blood,  but  thou  hast  spilt. 

Stennet. 


L.  C.  M. — Resignation. 
Confession)  and  pleading  for  pardon. 


267. 

off  1  I  LOOK  to  thee,  O  Lord,  alone, 

And  low  beneath  thy  gracious  throne, 

Pour  out  my  ardent  prayer : 
Pardon  my  sin,  my  soul  reprieve, 
No  hand  but  thine  can  now  relieve, 
Or  save  me  from  despair. 

ag   2  My  trembling  spirit,  fill'd  with  awe, 
Beholds  the  terrors  of  thy  law, 

p  And  bows  itself  in  dust : 

cr        Thou,  Lord,  art  righteous,  just,  and  good, 
My  only  refuge  is  thy  blood  : 
Thou  art  my  only  trust. 

ex   3  Guilty,  before  thy  bar  I  plead, 

Guilty  in  thought,  in  word,  and  deed, 

Wholly  defil'd  by  sin  : 
O  hea]  live  leprosy  of  soul ! 
One  pard'uhig  wmd  can  make  me  whole, 

And  bid  my  heart  be  clean. 

M.S. 


268. 


CONVICTION  AND  CONVERSION.  Wl 

H.  M.— Hartford.     Bethesda.     ex. 
Submission  to  God. 


aff  1  BEFORE  thy  awful  throne, 

Now,  Lord,  in  dust  we  lie ; 
And  all  our  guilt  bemoan 
In  tears  of agony  : 
Thy  law  is  right, 
ag  That  sends  the  soul 

To  weep  and  howl 
In  endless  night. 

di  2  For  sinners  didst  thou  die, 

To  ransom  them  from  wo  ? 
cr  They  rais'd  their  hands  on  high, 

They  gave  the  deadly  blow : 
Ours  is  that  stain  : 
Christ  for  our  guilt 
His  blood  has  spilt, 
By  sinners  slain. 

d  3  And  can  he  still  forgive  % 

May  rebels  hear  his  voice, 
Repenting,  turn  and  live, 
And  taste  of  heavenly  joys? 
aff  Our  souls  shall  bow, 

Our  hearts  shall  break, 
Or  tongues  shall  speak, 
Our  tears  shall  flow. 

4  O  Lord,  we  will  believe  ; 

Apply  thy  pard'ning  blood ; 
Our  guilty  souls  receive, 
And  wash  them  in  that  flood: 
We  will  be  thine 
This  blessed  hour, 
And  evermore 
Our  souls  resign. 


269. 


C.  M. — Windsor.     Submission. 
Submission  at  the  bleeding  cross. 


aff     I  ALAS!  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed, 
And  did  my  sovereign  die: 
Did  he  devote  that  sacred  head 
For  such  a  worm  as  I  ? 
31 


198  HYMNS. 

2  Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  have  done, 
He  groan'd  upon  the  tree  ? 
ag         Amazing  pity  !  grace  unknown, 
And  love  beyond  degree  t 

— di  3  Well  might  the  sun  in  darkness  hide, 
p  And  shut  his  glories  in  : 

cr  When  Christ,  the  mighty  Maker,  died 

—  di         For  man  the  creature's  sin. 

p        4  Thus  might  I  hide  my  blushing  face, 
While  his  dear  cross  appears : 

d  Dissolve  my  heart  in  thankfulness, 

And  melt  my  eyes  to  tears. 

n       5  But  floods  of  grief  can  ne'er  repay 

The  debt  of  love  I  owe  : 
cr  Here,  Lord,  I  give  myself  away, 

'Tis  all  that  I  can  do. 

QTO  L   M-— SterlinS-    Duke-street. 

&  I  \J»  The  prodigal  son. 

t  J     1  HE  sought,  and  from  a  father's  hand 
Obtain'd  a  portion  large  and  free ; 
Then  wander'd  in  a  distant  land, 
Living  in  sin  and  luxury. 

2  His  goods  were  wasted,  famine  came, 

Hunger  and  poverty  severe ; 
The  prodigal  is  cloth'd  with  shame, 
And  finds  no  friend  or  helper  near. 

3  A  hireling  now,  by  sin  debas'd, 

More  brutish  than  the  herd  he  feeds  ; 
E'en  husks  are  grateful  to  his  taste, 
While  none  his  want  and  mis'ry  heeds. 

PAUSE. —  Vienna.     Darwen. 

aff  4  Humbled  in  dust  he  thinks  of  home, 
A  faithful  menial  there  to  prove ; 
A  penitent  he  now  would  come, 
Nor  dare  to  ask  a  father's  love. 

5  "Father,  I've  sinn'd  ;  my  guilt  I  own  ; 

Sinn'd  against  Heav'n,  and  in  thy  sight; 
di        Unworthy  to  be  call'd  thy  son, 
— p  Or  see  one  ray  of  heav'nly  light.' 


CONVICTION  AND  CONVERSION.  31 

cr.vi6  Ah !  what  a  melting  scene  appears ! 

Who  can  describe  a  father's  heart: 
ag       What  fond  embraces,  floods  of  tears  ! 

He  with  his  son  no  more  will  part. 

f    7  "  Bring  the  best  robe,  and  cast  around  ; 

A  feast4of  gladness  I  ordain; 
di.  :r  My  son  was  lost,  but  now  is  found, 

Was  dead,  and  is  alive  again  !" 

m     8  Great  is  the  love  of  God  to  thee ! 
off  O  weeping  penitent  draw  near  ; 

His  open  arms,  his  mercy  see : 
He  comes  in  haste  to  meet  thee  here. 

Anon. 
QfPf  "1  7's. — Norwich.     German  Hymn.    ex. 

^J  1«  Deep  contrition. 

off       1  JESUS,  save  my  dying  soul; 
Make  the  broken  spirit  whole ; 
Humbled  in  the  dust  I  lie  ; 
Saviour,  leave  me  not  to  die. 

2  Jesus,  full  of  every  grace, 
Now  reveal  thy  smiling  face  ; 
Grant  the  joy  of  sin  forgiv'n, 
Foretaste  of  the  bliss  of  heav'n. 

3  All  my  guilt  to  thee  is  known, 
Thou  art  righteous,  thou  alone: 
AH  my  help  is  from  thy  cross ; 
All  beside  I  count  but  loss. 

4  Lord,  in  thee  I  now  believe  ; 
Wilt  thou — wilt  thou  not  forgive  ? 
Helpless  at  thy  feet  I  lie  ; 
Saviour,  leave  me  not  to  die. 

S.  Songe. 


272. 


C  M.—Burford.     Moreland. 
Penitence  and  submission. 


ag    1  OH!  injur'd  Majesty  of  heav'n! 
Look  from  thy  holy  throne  : 
A  prostrate  rebel  owns,  with  grief] 
The  treasons  he  hath  done. 

2  How  shall  I  lift  these  guilty  eyes 
To  my  offended  Lord  ? 
Or  how  beneath  his  heaviest  frown, 
Pronounce  one  murm'ring  word  ? 


400  HYMNS 

off  3  While  love  its  grateful  anthem  swells, 
Tears  mingle  with  the  song : 
My  heart  with  tender  anguish  bleeds, 
That  I  such  grace  should  wrong. 

— p  4  Remorse  and  shame  my  lips  have  seal'd, 
cr.  ex      But,  O  my  Father !  speak ; 
— -/      And  all  the  harmony  of  heav'n, 
— ii        Shall  through  the  silence  break. 

Doddridge, 
Q)*rQ  L.  M.— Repose.     Uxbridge. 

/£/  I  0«         Forgiveness,  and  peace  of  conscience. 

d  1  LORD,  how  secure  and  blest  are  they. 

Whose  souls  rejoice  o'er  pardon'd  sin! 
Should  storms  of  wrath  shake  earth  and  sea. 
Their  minds  have  heav'nly  peace  within, 
•pi  2  The  day  glides  swiftly  o'er  their  heads, 
Made  up  of  innocence  and  love  : 
And  soft  and  silent  as  the  shades, 
Their  nightly  minutes  gently  move. 

3  Quick  as  their  thoughts  their  joys  come  on, 

Joys  that  in  heav'n  will  ne'er  decay  ; 
Their  souls  are  cloudless  as  the  noon  ; 
Calm  as  the  summer  evening's  ray. 

4  Upward  they  look  to  heav'nly  hills, 

Where  fields  of  living  verdure  grow; 
While  radiant  hopes,  and  cheerful  smiles, 
Sit  undisturb'd  upon  their  brow. 


274 


L.  M.—  Vernon.    Luton,    ex. 
Prayer  for  preserving  grace. 

1  JESUS,  my  Saviour  and  my  God, 
Thou  hast  redeem'd  me  with  thy  blood ; 
By  ties  immortal  and  divine, 
I  am  and  ever  will  be  thine. 

m.  aff  2  But  ah  !  should  my  inconstant  heart, 
Ere  I'm  aware,  from  thee  depart; 
What  dire  reproach  would  fall  on  me, 
For  such  ingratitude  to  thee  ! 

' '        3  The  thought  I  dread,  the  crime  I  hate, 
The  guilt,  the  shame  I  deprecate ; 

ag  And  yet,  so  mighty  are  my  foes, 

I  dare  not  trust  mv  warmest  vows. 


CONVICTION  AND  CONVERSION.  401 

4  O  fill  this  tim'rous  heart  of  mine 
With  fortitude  and  love  divine : 
cr  So  shall  I  triumph  o'er  my  fears, 

And  gather  joys  from  all  my  tears. 

Stennet. 

£\Ti  £Z  8's  and  7's.—  Aberdeen.    Happy  SovL 

/£  I  tJ»  Taking  up  the  cross.     Matt.  xvi.  24. 

d      1  JESUS,  I  my  cross  have  taken. 
All  to  leave  and  follow  thee ; 
Naked,  poor,  despis'd,  forsaken, 
Thou  from  hence  my  All  shalt  be: 
ag       Let  the  world  neglect  and  leave  me ; 
They  have  left  my  Saviour  too: 
Human  hopes  have  oft  deceiv'd  me; 
Thou  art  faithful,  thou  art  true. 

l  T    2  Perish,  earthly  fame  and  treasure, 
Come  disaster,  scorn,  and  pain : 
In  thy  service,  pain  is  pleasure  ; 
With  thy  favour,  life  is  gain  : 
aff      Oh !  'tis  not  in  grief  to  harm  me, 
While  thy  bleeding  love  I  see ; 
Oh !  'tis  not  in  joy  to  charm  me, 
When  that  love  is  hid  from  me. 

Gems. 
Q^f  CZ.  k-  M. — Luton.     Seasons. 

/w  I  \J»  Entire  consecration. 

m     1  NOW  I  resolve,  with  all  my  heart, 

With  all  my  powers  to  serve  the  Lord; 
Nor  from  his  ways  will  I  depart, 
Whose  service  is  a  rich  reward. 

2  O,  be  this  service  all  my  joy  ! 

Around  let  my  example  shine ; 
Till  others  love  the  blest  employ, 
And  join  in  labors  so  divine. 

3  Be  this  the  purpose  of  my  soul, 

My  solemn,  my  determin'd  choice, 
To  yield  to  his  supreme  control, 
And  in  his  kind  commands  rejoice. 

aff  4  O  may  I  never  faint  nor  tire, 

Nor  wand'ring,  leave  his  sacred  ways; 
Great  God !  accept  my  soul's  desire, 
And  give  me  strength  to  live  thy  praise. 

34* 


402  HYMNS. 


L.  M.— Repose. 
Self-dedication  to  God. 


277. 

aff  1  LORD,  I  am  thine,  entirely  thine, 
Purchas'd  alone  by  blood  divine  ; 
With  full  consent  I  yield  to  thee, 
And  own  thy  sovereign  right  to  me. 
2  Grant  me,  in  mercy,  now  a  place 
Among  the  children  of  thy  grace; 
A  wretched  sinner,  lost  to  God, 
But  ransom'd  by  Immanuel's  blood. 

cr    3  Thee,  my  new  Master,  now  I  call, 
And  consecrate  to  thee  my  all : 
Lord,  let  me  live  and  die  to  thee ; 
Be  thine  through  all  eternity ! 

Pres.  Davtea. 

OO'Q  C.  M. — Remembrance. 

&  I  O*  Self-consecration. 

M     J  YES,  I  will  be  for  ever  thine, 

Bought  at  the  price  of  blood ; 
My  feeble  pow'rs  shall  all  combine 
To  serve  the  living  God. 

2  Body  and  spirit,  time  and  health, 

And  influ'nce,  are  the  Lord's ; 
Honor  or  fame,  or  friends  or  wealth, 
All  that  my  lot  affords. 

3  I  consecrate  my  all  to  thee, 

Here  at  thy  mercy  seat ; 
di        Poor  as  the  offering  may  be, 
p  I  lay  it  at  thy  feet. 

4  Accept  the  tribute  of  my  hands, 

The  homage  of  my  heart; 
cr        Still  let  me  walk  in  thy  commands, 
Nor  from  thy  ways  depart. 

M.S. 
^)^f(\  7's.    Double.— Bcnevento.    Haven. 

/C  I  *J  •  Portion  with  the  people  of  God.    Ruth  i.  16—19. 

aff  1  PEOPLE  of  the  living  God, 

I  have  sought  the  world  around, 
Paths  of  sin  and  sorrow  trod, 

Peace  and  comfort  no  where  found: 
Now  to  you  my  spirit  turns, 

Turns  a  fugitive  unblest ; 
Brethren,  where  your  altar  burns, 

Oh  receive  me  into  rest. 


CONVICTION  AND  CONVERSION.  409 

2  Lonely  I  no  longer  roam, 

Like  the  cloud,  the  wind,  the  wave ; 
d  Where  you  dwell  shall  be  my  home, 

Where  you  die  shall  be  my  grave : 
Mine  the  God  whom  you  adore  ; 
Your  Redeemer  shall  be  mine, 
Earth  can  fill  my  soul  no  more, 
Every  idol  I  resign. 

Montgomery* 
QQ/"\  C.  M.— Cheater.    Retirement. 

^Ow  •  Old  things  passed  away. 

1  LET  earthly  minds  the  world  pursue, 

It  has  no  charms  for  me ; 
Once  I  admir'd  its  trifles  too, 
But  grace  hath  set  me  free. 

2  Its  visions  can  no  longer  please. 

Nor  happiness  afford : 
cr        Far  from  my  heart  be  joys  like  these, 
For  I  have  seen  the  Lord. 

di    3  As  by  the  light  of  op'ning  day, 
The  stars  are  all  conceal'd ; 
So  earthly  pleasures  fade  away, 
When  Jesus  is  reveal'd. 

cr    4  Creatures  no  more  divide  my  choice, 

I  bid  them  all  depart ; 
d          His  name,  his  love,  his  gracious  voice, 

Have  fix'd  my  roving  heart. 

5  And  may  I  hope  that  thou  wilt  own 
A  worthless  worm  like  me  1 
Dear  Lord,  I  would  be  thine  alone, 
And  wholly  live  to  thee . 

Newton. 


7's. — German  Hymn.     ex. 
The  three  mounts. 


281. 

m&      1  WHEN  on  Sinai's  top  I  see 
God  descend  in  majesty, 
To  proclaim  his  holy  law, 
All  my  spirit  sinks  with  awe. 

vi        2  When  in  ecstasy  sublime, 

Tabor's  glorious  steep  I  climb ; 
At  the  too  transporting  light, 

di  Darkness  rushes  o'er  my  sight. 


«M  HYMNS. 

3  When  on  Calvary  I  rest ; 
God  in  flesh  made  manifest, 
Shines  in  my  Redeemer's  face, 
Full  of  beauty,  truth,  and  grace, 
m.  affA  Here  I  could  for  ever  stay, 

Weep  and  gaze  my  soul  away ; 
Thou  art  heav'n  on  earth  to  me, 
Lovely,  mournful  Calvary. 

Montgomery. 


L.  M.—  VanhalVs.    ex.     Stone  field. 
Star  of  Bethlehem. 


282, 

fy  ? 1  ONCE  on  the  raging  seas  I  rode, 

— di        The  storm  was  loud,  the  night  was  dark; 

—f     The  ocean  yawn'd,  and  rudely  blow'd 

The  wind  that  toss'd  my  found'ring  bark. 

ag    2  Deep  horror  then  my  vitals  froze  ! 

— di        Death-struck,  I  ceas'd  the  tide  to  stem  j 

vi.  f    When  suddenly  a  star  arose, 

It  was  the  Star  of  Bethlehem ! 

d      3  It  was  my  guide,  my  light,  my  all : 

— di        It  bade  my  dark  forebodings  cease ; 

cr        And  through  the  storm  and  danger's  thrall, 

p  It  led  me  to  the  port  of  peace. 

cr.dA  Now  safely  moor'd,  my  perils  o'er, 

Nor  raging  waves  my  bark  condemn, 
/t       For  ever,  and  for  evermore, 

I'll  sing  the  Star  of  Bethlehem ! 

Kirhe  White. 
QQQ  C.  M.— Colchester.    Fabius. 

*£kjO*  Grace. 

1  AMAZING  grace!  (how  sweet  the  sound) 
That  sav'd  a  wretch  like  me: 
I  once  was  lost,  but  now  am  found, 
Was  blind,  but  now  I  see. 

f  T    2  'Twas  grace  that  taught  my  heart  to  fear, 
'Twas  grace  my  fear  reliev'd  ; 
How  precious  did  that  grace  appear, 
The  hour  I  first  belie v'd! 

3  Full  many  a  danger,  toil,  and  snare, 
My  soul  has  overcome  ; 
'Twas  grace  that  brought  me  safe  thus  far, 
And  grace  will  lead  me  home. 


CONVICTION  AND  CONVERSION.  40f 

d      4  The  Lord  hath  promis'd  good  to  me, 
His  word  my  hope  secures; 
He  will  my  shield  and  portion  be, 
So  long  as  life  endures. 

5  And  when  this  flesh  and  heart  shall  fail, 
And  mortal  life  shall  cease; 
I  shall  possess  within  the  veil 
A  heav'n  of  joy  and  peace. 

Neicton. 
QQ  A  C.  M.— Colchester. 

^£04»  •  Returning  to  Zion.    Isa.  xxrv.  8—10. 

f     1  SING,  ye  redeemed  of  the  Lord  ! 
Your  great  Deliv'rer  sing: 
Pilgrims  for  Zion's  city  bound, 
Be  joyful  in  your  King. 

vi    2  See  the  fair  way  his  hand  hath  made ; 
How  peaceful  and  how  plain  ! 
The  simplest  trav'ller  need  not  err, 
Nor  seek  the  path  in  vain. 

3  A  hand  divine  shall  lead  you  on, 
Along  the  blissful  road : 
Till  to  the  sacred  mount  ye  rise, 
And  city  of  your  God. 

f    4  There  garlands  of  immortal  joy 
Shall  bloom  on  every  head  ; 
While  sorrow,  sighing,  and  distress, 
Like  shadows  all  are  fled. 

5  March  on  in  your  Redeemer's  strength, 
Pursue  his  footsteps  still ; 
With  joyful  hope  still  fix  your  eye 
On  Zion's  heav'nly  hill. 

Doddridg*. 

£)  Q  pv  7 's. — German  Hymn. 

/&KJ*J •  Rejoicing. 

vi     1  CHILDREN  of  the  heav'nly  King, 
As  ye  journey,  sweetly  sing ; 
Sing  your  Saviour's  worthy  praise, 
Glorious  in  his  works  and  ways. 

2  Ye  are  traveling  home  to  God, 
In  the  way  the  lathers  trod ; 
They  are  happy  now,  and  ye 
Soon  their  happiness  shall  see. 


m  HYMNS. 

3  Shout,  ye  little  flock,  and  blest, 
You  on  Jesus  throne  shall  rest  ;* 
There  your  seats  are  now  prepar'd, 
There  your  kingdom  and  reward. 

4  Fear  not,  brethren,  joyful  stand. 
On  the  borders  of  your  land  ; 
Jesus  Christ,  your  Father's  Son, 
Bids  you  undismay'd  go  on. 

5  Lord,  obedient,  we  would  go, 
Gladly  leaving  all  below  j 
Only  thou  our  leader  be, 
And  we  still  will  follow  thee. 

Cennick. 

QQ£v  S'  M*— ClaPton-     Oakland. 

ivOU»  Rejoicing. 

vi  1  COME  ye  that  love  the  Lord, 
And  let  your  joys  be  known ; 
Join  in  a  song  of  sweet  accord, 
And  thus  surround  the  throne, 

[2  Let  those  refuse  to  sing 

That  never  knew  our  God  ; 
But  children  of  the  heav'nly  King 
Should  speak  their  joys  abroad.] 

3  Soon  we  shall  see  his  face, 

And  never,  never  sin : 
There  from  the  rivers  of  his  grace, 
Drink  endless  pleasures  in. 

4  The  men  of  grace  have  found 

Glory  begun  below ! 
Celestial  fruits  on  earthly  ground 
From  faith  and  hope  may  grow. 

5  The  Hill  of  Zion  yields 

A  thousand  sacred  sweets, 

di      Before  we  reach  the  heav'nly  fields, 

Or  walk  the  golden  streets. 

/  6  Then  let  our  songs  abound, 
And  every  tear  be  dry: 
We're  marching  through  Immanuel's  ground 
To  fairer  worlds  on  high. 

*  "It  is  the  Fathers  good  pleasure  to  give  you  the  kingdom." 


EXPERIMENTAL.  .  .  .  8ELF  EX AMINATION.  «? 

Q  QPV  5's  and  8:s.—  .Statem. 

x£0  I   •  Joy  in  God. 

vL  f       1  REJOICE  in  the  Lord, 

Believe  in  his  word, 
Confide  in  his  mercy  and  grace; 

His  throne  shall  endure, 

His  promise  is  sure, 
In  him  shall  the  righteous  have  peace. 

2  Thrice  happy  are  they, 
Who  his  precepts  obey, 

Who  d,elight  in  the  law  of  their  God  ; 
Their  joys  shall  increase, 
And  their  trials  shall  cease, 

As  they  enter  the  heav'nly  abode. 

3  What  scenes  will  arise, 

As  they  pass  through  the  skies, 
What  raptures  their  bosoms  will  fill, 

As  their  harps  they  employ, 

In  the  fulness  of  joy, 
On  the  height  of  some  heavenly  hill ! 

4  Rejoice  in  the  Lord, 
Believe  in  his  word, 

Confide  in  his  mercy  and  grace ; 

His  throne  shall  endure, 

His  promise  is  sure, 
In  him  shall  the  righteous  have  peace. 

S.  Songs, 


EXPERIMENT  AL.^ 


288. 


C.  M. — Peterborough, 
Sincerity  and  hypocrisy.    John  iv.  24.    Ps.  cxxxlr.  23  24 


'  f     1  GOD  is  a  Spirit  just  and  wise, 
He  sees  our  inmost  mind  ; 
In  vain  to  heav'n  we  raise  our  cries, 
And  leave  our  souls  behind. 


*  Sec  Christ,  Holy  Spirit,  Doctrinal.  Revival,  Conviction  and 
Ccnvbrsion  Parents  and  Children,  The  Lord's  Supper.  &c. 


406  HYMNS. 

2  Nothing  but  truth  before  his  throne 

With  honor  can  appear  ; 
The  painted  hypocrites  are  known, 
Through  the  disguise  they  wear. 

3  Their  lifted  eyes  salute  the  skies, 

Their  bending  knees  the  ground: 
But  God  abhors  the  sacrifice 
Where  not  the  heart  is  found. 

off  4  Lord,  search  my  heart,  and  try  my  ways 
And  make  my  soul  sincere ; 
Then  shall  I  stand  before  thy  face, 
And  find  acceptance  there. 

QQQ  L.  M.— Derby.     Uxbridge. 

^Ot/«    Publican  and  Pharisee.    Luke  xviii.  10,  &c. 

1 1    1  DEAR  Saviour,  let  me  never  be 
Join'd  with  the  boasting  Pharisee, 
Who  boldly  rises  near  the  throne, 
To  talk  of  duties  he  has  done. 

off  2  My  trembling  soul  before  thee  stands 
I  cry  for  grace  with  lifted  hands ; 
I  have  no  merit  of  my  own, 
But  plead  the  sufPrings  of  thy  Son. 

QAA  7'e.    Double.— Benevento.    Haven. 

/C*J\J*  The  important  inquiry. 

»  »     1  'TIS  a  point  I  long  to  know; 

Oft  it  causes  anxious  thought: 
Do  I  love  the  Lord  or  no  ? 

Am  I  his,  or  am  I  not? 
Could  my  heart  so  hard  remain, 

Prayer  a  task  and  burden  prove, 
Every  trifle  give  me  pain, 

If  I  knew  a  Saviour's  love? 

2  When  I  turn  my  eyes  within, 

All  is  dark,  and  vain,  and  wild : 
Fill'd  with  unbelief  and  sin, 

Can  I  deem  myself  a  child? 
If  I  pray,  or  hear,  or  read, 

Sin  is  found  with  all  I  do : 
Ye  that  love  the  Lord  indeed, 

Tell  me,  is  it  thus  with  you  ? 


EXPERIMENTAL  .  .     SELF-EXAMINATION.  409 

cr    3  Yet  I  mourn  my  stubborn  will, 

View  my  sin  with  grief  and  shame  : 
Should  I  grieve  tor  what  I  feel, 

If  I  did  not  love  his  name  ? 
Could  I  joy  his  saints  to  meet, 

Choose  the  ways  I  once  abhorr'd, 
Find  at  times  the  promise  sweet 

If  I  did  not  love  the  Lord  ? 

aff  4  Oh  !  decide  the  doubtful  case  ! 

Thou  who  art  thy  people's  Sun, 
Shine  upon  thy  work  of  grace, 

If  that  work  be  yet  begun  : 
Let  me  love  thee  more  and  more, 

Grant  me,  Lord,  thy  heav'nly  ray  : 
Light  and  comfort  now  restore, 

Lead  me  to  eternal  day. 

Newton. 


L.  M. — Repose.    Derby 
Retirement  and  meditation. 


291. 

aff  1  MY  God,  permit  me  not  to  be 
A  stranger  to  myself  and  thee, 
Amidst  a  thousand  thoughts  I  rove 
Forgetful  of  my  highest  love. 

2  Why  should  my  passions  mix  with  earth, 
And  thus  debase  my  heav'nly  birth, 
Why  should  I  cleave  to  things  below. 
And  not  on  Thee  my  thoughts  bestow  ! 

6  Call  me  away  from  flesh  and  sense, 
One  sovereign  word  can  draw  me  thence 
I  would  obey  the  voice  divine, 
And  all  inferior  joys  resign. 

4  Be  earth  with  all  her  scenes  withdrawn; 
Let  noise  and  vanity  begone  : 
di        In  secret  silence  of  the  mind 

My  heav'n — and  there  my  God  I  find. 


292. 


L  M. — Seasons.     Vernon. 
Secret  self-examination. 


aff  1  RETURN,  my  roving  heart,  return, 

And  chase  those  shadowy  forms  no  more ; 
Now  seek  in  solitude  to  mourn, 
And  thy  forsaken  God  implore. 
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410  HYMNS. 

2  O,  thou  great  God,  whose  piercing  eye, 
Distinctly  marks  each  deep  recess : 
In  these  sequestered  hours  draw  nigh, 
And  with  thy  presence  fill  the  place. 
pH  3  Through  all  the  windings  of  my  heart, 
My  search  let  heav'nly  wisdom  guide, 
And  still  its  radiant  beams  impart, 
Till  all  be  cleans'd  and  purified. 
d      4  Oh  with  the  visits  of  thy  love, 

Vouchsafe  my  inmost  soul  to  cheer  ~r 
Till  every  grace  shall  join  to  prove, 
That  God  has  fix'd  his  dwelling  here. 

Doddrifr  & 
QQO  7's.    6  lines.— Kwreptburgh. 

/C*j€)<i  In  darkness. 

1  ONCE  I  thought  my  mountain  strong, 
Firmly  fix'd,  no  more  to  move; 
Then  my  Saviour  was  my  song, 

Then  my  soul  was  filPo!  with  love : 
Those  were  happy,  golden  days, 
Sweetly  spent  in  prayer  and  prais?, 

di    2  Little  then  myself  I  knew, 

Little  thought  of  Satan's  pow'r  j 
cr        Now  I  feel  my  sins  renew, 

Now  I  feel  the  stormy  hour  ! 
ag       Sin  has  put  my  joys  to  flight, 

Sin  has  turn'd  my  day  to  night. 
vi     3  Saviour,  shine,  and  cheer  my  soul, 
Bid  my  dying  hopes  revive, 
Make  my  wounded  spirit  whole, 

Far  away  the  tempter  drive : 
Speak  the  word,  and  set  me  free, 
Let  me  live  alone  to  thee. 

Newton. 
OQ/J  B's.— Solitude. 

/C*J^9  In  darkness. 

off  1  HOW  tedious  and  tasteless  the  hours, 
When  Jesus  no  longer  I  see  ; 
The  woodlands,  the  fields,  and  the  flow'rs, 
Have  lost  all  their  sweetness  to  me  ! 
d  His  name  yields  the  richest  perfume, 

And  softer  than  music  his  voice  ; 
His  presence  can  banish  my  gloom, 
And  bid  all  within  me  rejoice. 


EXPERIMENTAL EARTHLY  PILGRIMAGE.  411 

Dear  Lord  !  if  indeed  thou  art  mine, 


And  thou  art  my  Sun  and  my  song; 
off       Say,  why  do  I  languish  and  pine  ? 

And  why  are  my  winters  so  long  1 
vr        Oh  drive  these  dull  clouds  from  the  sky ; 

Thy  soul-cheering  presence  restore; 
Or  bid  me  soar  upward  on  high, 

Where  winters  and  storms  are  no  more. 

Newton. 


C.  M. — Barby.     ex.     Fabius. 
Sin  and  darkness  lamented. 


295. 

off  1  OH  !  how  can  praise  my  tongue  employ, 
While  darkness  reigns  within ! 
How  can  my  soul  exult  for  joy, 
That  feels  this  load  of  sin  ! 

di     2  If  falling  tears  and  rising  sighs. 
In  triumph  bear  a  part, 
Then,  Lord,  behold  these  streaming  eyes, 
And  search  this  bleeding  heart. 

p      3  My  soul  forgets  to  use  her  wings; 
My  harp  neglected  lies  ; 
For  sin  has  broken  all  its  strings, 
And  guilt  shuts  up  my  joys. 

cr    4  The  pow?r,  the  sweetness  of  thy  voice, 
Alone  my  heart  can  move  ; 
Make  me  in  Christ  my  Lord  rejoice: 
And  melt  my  soul  to  love. 

OCif*      c-  M.— S«riy.    ex.    Mordand.    Burford. 
*&  *J  U  •  Earthly  pilgrimage. 

aff\  LORD !  what  a  wretched  land  is  this, 
That  yields  us  no  supply  ! 
No  cheering  fruits,  no  wholesome  trees, 
Nor  streams  of  living  joy. 

m  2  Long  nights  of  darkness  reign  below, 
With  scarce  a  twinkling  ray: 

vi  But  the  bright  world  to  which  we  go, 
Is  everlasting  day. 

di  3  Mid  glimm'ring  hopes  and  gloomy  fears. 
We  trace  the  sacred  road  : 
Through  dismal  deeps  and  dang'rous  snares 
We  make  our  way  to  God. 


412  HYMNS. 

cr     I  Our  journey  is  a  thorny  maze, 
But  we  march  upward  still ; 
And  thro' the  trouble  and  delays, 
Arrive  at  Zion's  hill. 
[5  See  the  kind  angels  at  the  gates, 
Inviting  us  to  come  : 
There  Jesus  the  Forerunner  waits, 
To  welcome  travelers  home.] 
f     6  There  on  a  green  and  flow'ry  mount 
Our  weary  souls  shall  sit, 
And  with  transporting  joys  recount 
The  labors  of  our  feet. 
7  Eternal  glory  to  the  King, 

Who  brings  us  safely  through ; 
Our  tongues  shall  never  cease  to  sing, 
Praise  shall  be  ever  new. 

QQPy       8's  and  7's.— Aberdeen.     " Light  of  Ihose." 
&  *s  I  •  Asking  for  divine  light. 

d      1  LIGHT  of  those  whose  dreary  dwelling 
Borders  on  the  shades  of  death ; 
Come,  and  by  thy  love  revealing, 

Dissipate  the  clouds  beneath  ; 
Thou — new  heav'n  and  earth's  Creator, 

In  our  deepest  darkness  rise ; 
Scatt'ring  all  the  night  of  nature, 
Pouring  light  upon  our  eyes. 
di    2  Still  we  wait  for  thine  appearing : 
Life  and  joy  thy  beams  impart, 
Chasing  all  our  fears,  and  cheering 

Every  poor,  benighted  heart: 
Come  and  manifest  thy  favor, 
To  the  ransom'd,  helpless  race  ; 
cr        Come,  thou  glorious  God  and  Saviour, 

Come  and  bring  the  gospel  grace. 
aff  3  Save  us,  in  thy  great  compassion, 
O  thou  mild,  pacific  Prince  ! 
Give  the  knowledge  of  salvation, 
Give  the  pardon  of  our  sins  : 
vi        By  thine  all-sufficient  merit, 

Every  burden'd  soul  release  ; 
Every  weary,  wand'ring  spirit 
Guide  into  thy  perfect  peace. 

Anon. 


EXPERIMENTAL. . . .  WATCHFULNESS  AND  I'RA V  ER.    ',13 

QAQ  S.  M.—  Watchman.    Dover. 

<w  «v  O  •  Pray  c r  for  spiritual  li fe. 

to     1  WE  lift  our  hearts  to  thee, 

Thou  Day-Star  from  on  high; 
The  sun  itself  is  but  thy  shade, 
Yet  cheers  both  earth  and  sky. 

2  O  let  thy  rising  beams 

Dispel  the  shades  of  night; 
d         And  let  the  glories  of  thy  love 
Come  like  the  morning  light. 

n     3  How  beauteous  nature  now  ! 
How  dark  and  sad  before  ! 
With  joy  we  view  the  pleasing  change, 
And  nature's  God  adore. 

4  May  we  this  life  improve 

To  mourn  for  errors  past ; 
And  live  each  short  revolving  day, 
As  if  it  were  our  last 

Anon. 
QOQ  C-  ^■—Moraomd.     Bur/ord. 

&*J  *J  •  Watchfulness  and  prayer. 

aff  1  ALAS  !  what  hourly  dangers  rise 
What  snares  beset  my  way ! 
To  heav'n  I  fain  would  lift  my  eyes 
And  hourly  watch  and  pray. 

2  How  oft  my  mournful  thoughts  complain, 

And  melt  in  flowing  tears  ! 
Striving  against,  my  foes  in  vain, 
I  sink  amid  my  fears. 

3  O  gracious  God  !  in  whom  I  live, 

My  feeble  efforts  aid : 
Help  me  to  watch,  and  pray,  and  strive, 
Nor  let  me  be  dismay'd. 

cr     4  Do  thou  increase  my  faith  and  hope, 
When  fears  and  foes  prevail : 
And  bear  my  fainting  spirit  up, 
Or  soon  my  strength  will  fail. 

5  Oh,  keep  me  in  thy  heav'nly  way. 

And  bid  the  tempter  flee  ; 

And  never,  never  let  me  stray 

From  happiness  and  thee. 

Steele 

35+ 


414  HYMNS. 

Q/^/^V  c-  M.— Remembrance.     Fabius. 

OYjVJ*  Watch  and  pray. 

T  f     1  THE  Saviour  bids  us  watch  and  pray 
Through  life's  brief,  fleeting  hour, 
And  gives  the  Spirit's  quick'ning  ray- 
To  those  who  seek  its  power. 

2  The  Saviour  bids  us  watch  and  pray, 

Maintain  a  warrior's  strife  ; 
cr        O  Christian  !  hear  his  voice  to-day, 
Obedience  is  your  life. 

3  The  Saviour  bids  us  watch  and  pray, 

For  soon  the  hour  will  come, 
That  calls  us  from  the  earth  away, 
To  our  eternal  home. 

4  The  Saviour  bids  us  watch  and  pray ; 

O  hear  the  Shepherd's  voice  ! 
And  follow  where  he  leads  the  way, 
To  heaven's  eternal  joys. 

Mother's  Hymn  Book. 

Oi\~\  S.  M.— St.  Thomas.     Clapton. 

*-}  \J  -1-  •  Vigilance  and  warfare. 

f  •  •    i  MY  soul,  be  on  thy  guard, 
Ten  thousand  foes  arise  ; 
The  hosts  of  sin  are  pressing  hard, 
To  draw  thee  from  the  skies. 

2  Go,  watch,  and  fight,  and  pray, 

The  battle  ne'er  give  o'er  ; 
Renew  it  boldly  day  by  day, 
And  help  divine  implore. 

3  Ne'er  think  the  vict'ry  won, 

Nor  lay  thy  armor  down  ; 
Thy  arduous  work  will  not  be  done, 
Till  thou  obtain  thy  crown. 


Heath. 


L.  M.— Park-street.     VanhalVe. 
Christian  warfare. 


302. 

/ill  STAND  up,  my  soul,  shake  off  thy  fear. 
And  gird  the  gospel  armor  on ; 
March  to  the  gates  of  endless  joy, 
Where  Jesus,  thy  great  Captain's  gone. 


EXPERIMENTAL      .  .  SPIRITUAL  SLOTH.  {lb 

2  Hell  and  thy  sins  resist  thy  course, 

But  vanquished  are  those  threatening  foes ; 
Thy  Saviour  nail'd  them  to  the  cross, 
And  sung  the  triumph  when  he  rose. 

eg  3  What  though  the  prince  of  darkness  rage, 
And  waste  the  fury  of  his  spite ; 
Eternal  chains  confine  him  down, 
To  fiery  deeps  and  endless  night. 

i  What  though  thine  inward  lusts  rebel : 
di   i      'Tia  but  a  struggling  gasp  for  life  ; 
The  weapons  of  victorious  grace. 
Shall  slay  thy  sins  und  end  the  strife. 

ri   5  Then  let  my  soul   march    boldly  on, 

Press  forward  to  the   heav'nly  gate ; 

/      There  peace  and  joy  eternal  reign, 

And  glitt'ring  robes  for  conq'rors  wait 

6  There  shall  I  wear  a  starry  crown. 
And  triumph  in  almighty  grace, ' 
While  all  the  armies  of  the  skies 
Join  in  my  glorious  Leaders  praise. 

QAQ  c    VL—Barby.    Iiemembrance. 

OVJO.  Spiritual  sloth. 

M     1  MY  drowsy  powers,  why  sleep  ye  so  ? 
Awake,  my  sluggish  soul ! 
Nothing  has  half  thy  work  to  do, 
Yet  nothing's  half  so  dull. 

2  The   little  ants   for  one  poor  grain, 

How  they  will  toil  and  strive ! 
Yet  we  who  have  a  heav'n  to  gain, 
How  negligent  we  live  ! 

3  We  for  whose  sake  all  nature  stands, 

And  stars  in  courses  move  ; 
We  for  whose  guard  the  angel  bands 
Come  flying  from  above  ; 

4  We  for  whom  God  the  Son  came  down, 

To  labor  for  our  good: 
How  careless  to  secure  that  crown 
He  purchased  with  his  blood ! 


416  HYMNS. 

•-n    5  Lord,  shall  we  be  indiff'rent  still. 
And  never  act  our  parts  ? 

aff      Spirit  Divine,  O  come  and  fill, 
And  purify  our  hearts. 

vi     6  Then  shall  our  active  spirits  move, 
Upward  our  souls  shall  rise, 
With  hands  of  faith  and  wings  of  love, 
We'll  fly  and  take  the  prize. 


C.  M.— Cheater. 

Inconstancy  lamented. 


304. 

aff  1  WHY  is  my  heart  so  far  from  thee, 
My  God,  my  chief  delight? 
Why  are  my  thoughts  no  more  by  day 
With  thee,  no  more  by  night  ? 

2  Why  should  my  foolish  passions  rove  ? 
Where  can  such  sweetness  be, 
As  I  have  tasted  in  thy  love, 
As  I  have  found  in  thee  ? 

'  T    3  When  my  forgetful  soul  renews 
The  savor  of  thy  grace, 
My  heart  presumes  I  cannot  lose 
The  relish  of  my  days. 

4  But  ere  one  fleeting  hour  is  past, 
The   flatt'ring  world  employs 
Some  sensual  bait  to  win  my  taste, 
And  to  pollute  my  joys. 

aff  5  Then  I  repent  and  vex  my  soul. 
That  I  should  leave  thee  so : 
Where  will  those  wild  affections  roll 
That  let  my  Saviour  go? 

6  Wretch  that  I  am  to  wander  thus, 
In  chase  of  false  delight ! 
Let  me  be  fasten'd  to  thy  cross 
Rather  than  lose  thy  sight. 

Q/^/2  L-  M. — Darwen.     Vernon. 

*-J\JtJ*  Inconstancy  lamented. 

>iff  1  AH !  wretched,  vile,  ungrateful  heart, 
That  can  from  Jesus  thus  depart ! 
Thus  fond  of  trifles,  widely  rove, 
Forgetful  of  a  Saviour's  love. 


EXPERIMENTAL INDWELLING  SIN.  417 

2  In  vain  I  charge  my  thoughts  to  stay, 
And  chide  earth's  vanities  away : 
There's  naught  beneath  a  Power  divine 
That  can  this  roving  heart  confine. 

di     3  Dear  Lord,  to  thee  I  would  return, 
And  at  thy  feet,  repentant  mourn: 
There  let  me  view  thy  pard'ning  love  ; 
And  never  from  thy  sight  remove. 

d      4  Oh,  let  thy  love  with  sweet  control, 
Bind  every  passion  of  my  soul ; 
Bid  every  vain  desire  depart, 
And  dwell  for  ever  in  my  heart. 

Steele. 
Qr\(Z  s-  M.— St.  Giles.     Aylesbury. 

tj\J\3m  Ingratitude  deplored. 

off  1  IS  this  the  kind  return  ? 

Are  these  the  thanks  we  owe, 
Thus  to  abuse  eternal  love, 
Whence  all  our  blessings  flow  ? 

2  To  what  a  stubborn  frame 
Has  sin  redue'd  our  mind  ; 
What  strange,  rebellious  creatures  we, 
And  God  as  strangely  kind. 

cr    3  Turn,  turn  us,  mighty  God, 

And  mould  our  souls  afresh, 
Break,  sov'reign  grace,  these  hearts  ofstone 
And  give  us  hearts  of  flesh. 

di    4  Let  past  ingratitude 
p  Provoke  our  weeping  eyes, 

cr        And  hourly  as  new  mercies  fall, 
Let  hourly  thanks  arise. 

OfVy  c   VL—Burford.    Barby.    ex. 

tJ\J  i  •  Unfruitfulness  lamented. 

off  1  LONG  have  we  sat  beneath  the  sound 
Of  thy  salvation,  Lord, 
But  still  how  weak  our  faith  is  found. 
And  knowledge  of  thy  word  ! 

2  Oft  we  frequent  thy  holy  place, 
And  hear  almost  in  vain; 
How  small  a  portion  of  thy  grace, 
In  mem'ry  we  retain. 


418  HYMNS. 

3  How  cold  and  feeble  is  our  love, 
How  negligent  our  fear, 
How  faint  our  hope  of  joys  above, 
How  few  affections  there  ! 

cr    4  Great  God,  thy  sov'reign  power  impart, 
And  give  thy  word  success ; 
O,  write  thy  law  in  every  heart, 
And  make  us  learn  thy  grace. 

5  Show  our  forgetful  feet  the  way 
That  leads  to  joys  on  high ; 
Where  knowledge  grows  without  decay, 
And  love  shall  never  die. 


L.  M.— Repose,    ex.     Quito. 
Hardness  of  heart  lamented. 


308. 

off  1  OH  for  a  glance  of  heav'nly  day 

To  chase  the  shades  of  night  away, 
To  melt  with  beams  of  love  divine, 
This  unrelenting  heart  of  mine ! 

2  The  rocks  can  rend,  the  earth  can  quake, 
The  ocean  roar,  the  mountains  shake: 
All  nature  feels  and  gives  the  sign, 
But  not  this  stubborn  heart  of  mine. 

a      3  Dear  Lord,  the  sorrow  thou  hast  felt, 
Might  cause  a  heart  of  stone  to  melt: 
Yet  I  can  read  each  sacred  line, 
And  nothing  melt  this  heart  of  mine. 

cr    4  But  pow'r  supreme,  the  soul  can  move, 

And  purify,  and  melt  to  love: 
d  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  pow'r  divine, 

O,  come,  subdue  this  heart  of  mine. 

Hart. 
OAQ  C.  M.— Retirement.    Burfcrd. 

OV/*7  •  Indwelling  sin  lamented. 

aff  1  WITH  tears  of  anguish  I  lament, 
Here  at  thy  cross,  my  God, 
My  passion,  pride,  and  discontent, 
And  vile  ingratitude. 

2  Oh,  was  there  e'er  a  heart  so  base, 
So  false  as  mine  has  been ; 
So  faithless  to  its  promises, 
So  prone  to  every  sin ! 


EXPERIMENTAI INDWELLING  BIN.  419 

f  I     3  Yet  I  remember,  thy  commands 
Are  holy,  just,  and  true  ; 
I  feel  that  what  my  God  demands, 
Is  his  most  rightful  due. 
4  Thy  word  1  hear,  thy  counsels  weigh, 
And  all  thy  works  approve : 
Still,  nature  finds  it  hard  t'  obey, 
And  harder  yet  to  love. 
aff  5  How  long,  dear  Saviour,  shall  I  feel 
This  warfare  in  my  breast? 
In  mercy  bow  this  stubborn  will, 
And  give  my  spirit  rest. 
/     6  Break,  sov'reign  grace,  O  break  the  charm, 
And  set  the  captive  free  ; 
Reveal,  Almighty  God,  thine  arm, 
And  haste  to  rescue  me. 

Stennet. 
Q1  A  8' s.— Solitude,    ex. 

O  -L  \J»  Desponding. 

aff  1  ENCOMPASS'D  with  clouds  of  distress, 
Just  ready  all  hope  to  resign, 
I  pant  for  the  light  of  thy  face, 

And  fear  it  will  never  be  mine : 
Dishearten'd  with  waiting  so  long, 
di  I  sink  at  th)'  feet  with  my  load  ; 

All  plaintive  I  pour  out  my  song, 
And  stretch  forth  my  hands  unto  God  ! 
2  If  sometimes  I  strive  as  I  mourn, 
My  hold  on  thy  promise  to  keep  ; 
cr        The  billows  more  fiercely  return, 

And  plunge  me  again  in  the  deep : 
v        O'erwhelm'd  and  cast  out  from  thy  sight, 
The  tempter  suggests  in  that  hour, 
The  Lord  has  forgotten  me  quite; 
My  God  will  be  gracious  no  more. 
vi    3  Shine,  Lord,  and  my  terrors  shall  cease ; 
The  blood  of  atonement  apply  ; 
And  lead  me  to  Jesus  for  peace, 
The  rock  that  is  higher  than  I : 
Almighty  to  rescue  thou  art ; 

Thy  grace  is  my  shield  and  my  tow'r, 
Oh,  gladden  my  desolate  heart; 
Let  this  be  the  day  of  thy  pow'r : 

Topladjf. 


311. 


420  HYMNS. 

5's  and  G's. — Devonshire.     Lyon*. 
Refuge  in  the  atonement  of  Christ. 

d  1  OH  Jesus  divine, 

My  Lord  and  my  God, 
My  soul  I  resign, 

The  purchase  of  blood : 
Thy  law,  sin  reproving, 

Brings  death  to  the  soul; 
But  mercy,  self-moving, 

Can  bid  me  be  whole. 

cr  2  To  thee  will  I  look, 

To  thee  will  I  cry, 
"  O  lead  to  the  Rock 

That's  higher  than  I;" 
Thy  love  interceding 

Shall  pardon  secure, 
For  while  thou  art  pleading 

Salvation  is  sure. 

<S'.  Songs. 


312. 


ll'sand  10's.— Tune—  Co?ne,  ye  disconsolate. 
To  the  mercy  seat. 


aff  1  COME  ye  disconsolate,  where'er  ye  languish, 

Come  to  the  mercy  seat,  fervently  kneel : 

Here  bring  your  wounded  hearts,  here  teli 

your  anguish  ; 

J  '  Earth  has  no  sorrows  that  heav'n  cannot 

heal. 

d    2  Joy  of  the  desolate,  light  of  the  straying, 
Hope  of  the  penitent,  fadeless  and  pure, 
Here  speaks  the  Comforter  in  mercy  saying, 
l  t  Earth  has  no  sorrows  that  heav'n  cannot 

cure. 

vi  3  Here  see  the  bread  of  life:  see  waters  flow- 
ing 
Forth  from  the  throne  of  God,  boundless 
in  love : 
Come  to  the  feast  prepar'd ;  come  ever  know- 
ing 
' '  Earth  has  no  sorrows  but  heav'n  can  re- 

move. 

Anon. 


313. 


EXPERIMENTAL INDWELLING  SIN.  42\ 

L.  M  — Resignation 
Longing  to  forsake  the  world. 

vi     1  THE  mind  was  form'd  to  mount  sublime 
Beyond  the  narrow  bounds  of  time, 
To  everlasting  things  : 

m         But  earthly  vapors  dim  her  sight, 

And  hang  with  cold  oppressive  weight 
p  Upon  her  drooping  wings. 

vi     2  Bright  scenes  of  bliss,  unclouded  skies, 
Invite  my  soul :  O  could  I  rise 

Nor  leave  a  thought  below  ; 
I'd  bid  farewell  to  anxious  care, 
And  say  to  every  tempting  snare, 

Heav'n  calls,  and  I  must  go. 

3  Heav'n  calls,  and  can  I  yet  delay, 
Can  aught  on  earth  engage  my  stay? 
off  Ah,  wretched  ling'ring  heart ! 

ag       Come,  Lord,  with  strength,  and  life,  and 
light, 
Assist  and  guard  my  upward  flight, 
And  bid  the  world  depart. 

Sleue. 


314 


L.  ■.— Uxbridge.     Stcrlin: 
Parting  with  carnal  joys. 


f  I     II  SEND  the  joys  of  earth  away, 

Away,  ye  tempters  of  the  mind  ! 
False  as  the  smooth,  deceitful  sea, 
And  empty  as  the  whistling  wind. 

di     2  Your  streams  were  floating  me  along, 
Down  to  the  gulf  of  black  despair . 
And  while  I  listen'd  to  your  song, 
ag  The  floods  wellnigh  convey'd  me  there. 

off  Z  Lord,  I  adore  thy  matchless  grace, 

That  warn'd  me  of  that  dark  abyss  ; 
That  drew  me  from  those  treach'rous  seas, 
And  bade  me  seek  superior  bliss. 

ti     4  Now  to  the  shining  realms  above, 

I  stretch  my  hands,  and  glance  my  eyes  : 

f        Oh  for  the  pinions  of  a  dove, 

To  bear  me  to  the  upper  skies. 
36 


422  HYMNS. 

1  There,  from  the  presence  of  my  God, 

Oceans  of  endless  pleasure  roll  3 
There  would  I  fix  my  last  abode. 
And  drown  the  sorrows  of  my  soul. 

Q  1   E\  ^'  M.— Peterborough.     Warwick. 

O  JL  ts  •  Parting  with  carnal  joys. 

'     1  MY  soul  forsakes  her  vain  delight, 
And  bids  the  world  farewell; 
Base  are  the  pleasures  that  invite 
Where  sin  and  sorrow  dwell. 

2  No  longer  will  I  seek  their  love, 

Nor  ask  their  friendship  more; 
The  happiness  that  I  approve 
Is  not  within  their  pow'r. 

3  There's  nothing  round  this  spacious  earth 

That  fills  th'  enlarg'd  desire  : 
To  boundless  joy,  and  solid  mirth, 
My  nobler  thoughts  aspire ; 

cr    4  Where  pleasure  rolls  its  living  flood, 
From  sin  and  dross  refin'd, 
Still  issuing  from  the  throne  of  God, 
To  fill  the  enraptur'd  mind. 

f.^b  Oh  I  for  the  pinions  of  a  dove 

T'  ascend  the  heav'nly  road  : 
dl         There  sits  my  Saviour  thron'd  in  love, 
— p  And  there  a  smiling  God. 


316. 


C.  M.—Bnrford.     Laight-street. 
Backsliders  invited  to  return. 


d      1  RETURN,  O  wand'rer,  now  return, 
And  seek  thy  Father's  face  • 
Those  strong  desires  which  in  thee  bum. 
Were  kindled  by  his  grace. 

2  Return,  O  wand'rer,  now  return, 

Thy  Saviour  bids  thee  live  ; 
Go  to  his  feet,  and  grateful  learn 
How  freely  he'll  forgive. 

3  Return,  O  wand'rer,  now  return, 
— p  And  wipe  the  falling  tear  ; 

cr        Thy  Father  calls,  no  longer  mourn, 
'Tis  love  invites  thee  near. 

Collier. 


317. 


EXPERIMENTAL SPIRITUAL  DECLENSION. 

8'  s.— Solitude.     Birmingham,     ex. 
Backsliders  invited  to  return. 

RETURN  to  the  guide  of  thy  youth, 

Thy  Maker,  thy  Father,  thy  Friend! 
Behold  him  prepar'd  to  receive 

The  child  who  has  dared  to  offend  : 
Return,  the  Redeemer  invites  ; 

Full  oft  he  has  sought  thee  before : 
But  lo  !  with  unspeakable  grace 

He  deigns  to  entreat  thee  once  more. 

Return,  and  enjoyments  are  thine, 

Too  vast  for  the  heart  to  conceive: 
Enjoyments  which  only  belong 

To  those  who  repent  and  believe: 
A  love  which  for  ever  expands ; 

Unceasing  composure  of  heart; 
A  crown  of  unfading  delight 

A  kingdom  which  cannot  depart. 


318 


Rccd. 

C.   M.— Remembrance.    Retirement. 
•  "O  that  it  were  with  me  as  in  months  past."    Job  xxix.  Z 

d      1  SWEET  was  the  time  when  first  I  felt 
The  Saviour's  pard'ning  blood, 
Applied  to  cleanse  my  soul  from  guilt, 
And  bring  me  home  to  God. 

2  Soon  as  the  morn  the  light  reveal'd, 
His  praises  tunM  my  tongue  ; 
And  when  the  evening  shade  prevaifd, 
His  love  was  all  my  song. 

2  In  prayer  my  soul  drew  near  the  Lord, 
And  saw  his  glory  shine  ; 
And  when  I  read  Ins  holy  word, 
I  call'd  each  promise  mine. 

[4  Then  to  his  saints  I  often  spoke 
Of  what  his  love  had  done  ; 
But  now  my  bleeding  heart  is  broke, 
For  all  my  joys  are  gone.] 

&jf   5  Now,  when  the  evening  shade  prevails, 
My  soul  in  darkness  mourns  ; 
And  when  the  morn  the  light  reveals, 
No  light  to  me  returns. 


<2!  HYMNS. 

[6  My  prayers  are  now  an  empty  noise, 
For  Jesus  hides  his  face  ; 
I  read :  the  promise  meets  my  eyes, 
But  does  not  reach  my  case.] 

cr    7  Rise,  Lord,  and  help  me  to  prevail, 
And  make  my  soul  thy  care  ; 
I  know  thy  mercy  cannot  fail, 
Let  me  thy  mercy  share. 

Newton. 
Q"|   Q  C.M.—Burford.    Refuge. 

O-Ltv*  Wanderings  forgiven. 

aff  1  HOW  oft,  alas  !  this  wretched  heart 
Has  wander'd  from  the  Lord  ! 
How  oft  my  roving  thoughts  depart, 
Forgetful  of  his  word  I 

t  T    2  Yet  sovereign  mercy  cries,  return, 
And  now  to  thee  I  come  ; 
My  vile  ingratitude  I  mourn  ; 
7?2.' — ^        O  take  the  wand'rer  home. 

3  And  canst  thou,  wilt  thou,  yet  forgive. 
And  bid  my  guilt  remove  ? 
And  shall  a  pardon'd  rebel  live 
To  speak  thy  wondrous  love  1 

cr    4  Almighty  grace,  thy  healing  power, 
How  glorious,  how  divine  ! 
That  can  to  life  and  bliss  restore 
So  vile  a  heart  as  mine. 

5  Thy  pard'ning  love,  so  free,  so  great, 
For  ever  I  adore : 
p  Dear  Saviour,  keep  me  at  thy  feet, 

And  let  me  rove  no  more. 

Steele. 
^)i^)f\         8's  and  7's. — Dismission.     Parting  Soul. 
O-vUt  Confession  of  covenant  breaking. 

jff  1  LORD,  we  bow  with  deep  contrition 
Low  before  thy  throne  of  grace  ; 
Hear  us  in  thy  kind  compassion, 
While  we  seek  thy  smiling  face. 

2  Where  but  to  a  bleeding  Saviour, 

Should  we  come  for  life  and  peace  / 
Nothing  but  thy  boundless  favor 
Can  our  burden'd  souls  release. 


EXPERIMENTAL SPIRITUAL  DECLENSION.         425 

3  Thou  hast  witness'd  our  transgression, 
Thou  hast  seen  our  load  of  guilt ; 
Witness  now  our  deep  confession, 

Thou,  whose  precious  blood  was  spilt. 

*n.^4  Ah,  this  sin  of  cov'nant  breaking  ! 

Canst  thou,  wilt  thou,  Lord,  forgive  ? 
Shall  we  hear  thy  mercy  speaking  1 
Canst  thou  bid  us  look  and  live  ? 

{o  Pardon,  peace,  and  consolation. 
At  thy  bleeding  cross  we  see : 
There  we  take  an  humble  station, 
There  our  children  bring  to  thee.] 

Mother's  H  Book. 

3Q\  -J  C.  M.— Dundee.     Burford. 

/£  1.  •  Asking  for  repentance. 

off  1  OH  for  that  tenderness  of  heart 
That  bows  before  the  Lord  : 
That  owns  how  just  and  good  thou  art, 
And  trembles  at  thy  word  ! 

2  Oh  for  those  humble,  contrite  tears, 

Which  from  repentance  flow  ! 
That  sense  of  guilt  which,  trembling,  fears 
The  long-suspended  blow  ! 

3  Saviour,  to  me  in  pity  give 

For  sin,  the  deep  distress, 
The  pledge  thou  wilt  at  last  receive, 
And  bid  me  go  in  peace. 

4  Oh  !  fill  my  soul  with  faith  and  love, 

And  strength  to  do  thy  will ; 
Raise  my  desires  and  hopes  above  ; 
Thyself  to  me  reveal. 

Lutheran  Coll 
QQQ  C'  M.— Dundee.    Fahiu.*. 

O/C/C*  Seeking  after  God. 

off  1  OH  that  I  knew  the  secret  place 
Where  I  might  find  my  God  ! 
I'd  spread  my  wants  before  his  face, 
And  pour  my  woes  abroad. 
2  I'd  tell  him  how  my  sins  arise, 
What  sorrows  I  sustain  ; 
How  grace  decays,  how  comfort  dies, 
And  leaves  my  heart  in  pain. 
36* 


426  HYMNS. 

3  He  knows  what  arguments  I'd  take 

To  wrestle  with  my  God ; 
I'd  plead  for  his  own  mercy's  sake, 
And  for  my  Saviour's  blood. 

4  My  God  will  pity  my  complaints, 

And  heal  my  broken  bones  : 
He  takes  the  meaning  of  his  saints, 
The  language  of  their  groans. 

5  Arise,  my  soul,  from  deep  distress, 

And  banish  every  fear  : 
He  calls  thee  to  his  throne  of  grace, 
To  spread  thy  sorrows  there. 


323. 


7's  and  6's. — Kingswood. 
Pleading  for  recovering  grace. 


off  1  WRETCHED,  helpless,  and  distress'd- 

Ah  whither  shall  I  fly  7 
Ever  panting  after  rest, 

Where  shall  I  turn  mine  eye? 
Naked,  sick,  and  poor,  and  blind, 

Bound  in  sin  and  misery : 
Friend  of  sinners,  let  me  find 

My  help,  my  all  in  thee. 

2  Jesus,  full  of  truth  and  grace, 

Oh  hear  my  sad  complaint ; 
Be  the  wanderer's  resting  place, 

A  cordial  for  the  faint: 
Make  me  rich,  for  I  am  poor ; 

Let  me  now  thy  presence  find  ; 
To  the  dying,  health  restore, 

And  eyesight  to  the  blind. 

3  Fill  my  soul  with  heav'nly  grace, 

With  pure  humility : 
Clothe  me  with  thy  righteousness  : 

Endue  my  heart  with  thee  : 
Let  thine  image  be  restor'd  ; 

Let  me  thy  forgiveness  prove  ; 
Fill  me  with  thy  fulness,  Lord, 

For  boundless  is  thy  love. 

Anon, 


EXPERLMENTAI GODLY  SORROW.  423 

QQ,j  C.  tL—Burford. 

O/^^r*  Repentance  at  the  cross. 

aff  1  OH,  if  my  soul  were  tun'd  to  wo, 
How  I  would  vent  my  sighs  ! 
Repentance  should  like  rivers  flow 
Down  from  my  weeping  eyes. 

2  'Twas  for  my  sins,  my  dearest  Lord 

Hung  on  the  cursed  tree, 
And  groan'd  away  a  dying  life, 
For  thee,  my  soul,  for  thee. 

3  Oh  how  I  hate  those  sins  of  mine, 

That  shed  the  Saviour's  blood  ; 
The  foes  that  piere'd  and  nail'd  his  flesh 
Fast  to  the  fatal  wood  ! 

ag    4  Yes,  my  R-edeemer,  they  shall  die, 
My  heart  has  so  decreed  ; 
I  will  not  spare  the  guilty  foes, 
That  made  my  Saviour  bleed. 

5  While  with  a  melting,  broken  heart. 
My  murder'd  Lord  I  view, 
I'll  crucify  my  darling  sins: 
I'll  slay  the  murd'rers  too. 

QQA  c    ^—Burford.    Moreland. 

tJ£j**J  •  Repentance  from  backsliding. 

aff  1  AND  are  we  wretches  yet  alive  ? 
And  can  we  yet  rebel  ? 
What  boundless,  what  amazing  love, 
That  bears  us  up  from  hell ! 

ag    2  The  burden  of  our  awful  guilt, 
Would  sink  us  to  the  flames, 
While  justice,  threat'ning  from  above. 
Would  crush  our  feeble  frames. 

3  Infinite  mercy  cries  "  forbear," 
di  And  strait  "the  thunder  stays : 

And  can  we  now  provoke  his  wrath, 
Or  trifle  with  his  grace  ? 

aff  4  Lord,  we  have  long  abus'd  thy  love, 
Too  long  indulg'd  our  sin : 
Our  aching  hearts  e'en  bleed  to  think 
What  rebels  we  have  been. 


HYMNS. 


ag   5  No  more,  ye  lusts,  shall  ye  command, 
No  more  will  we  obey : 
Stretch  out,  O  God,  thy  powerful  hand, 
And  drive  these  foes  away. 


326. 


8'  s.— Solitude,    ex. 
Backsliders  returning. 


off  I  O  SHEPHERD  of  Israel  divine  ! 

Too  far  from  thy  fold  I  have  stray'd; 
What  hand  can  restore  me,  but  thine, 

Thus  wounded,  cast  down,  and  dismay'd  ? 
My  soul  would  look  upward  to  thee, 

Though  prostrate,  I'll  cry  from  the  dust ; 
No  other  salvation  I  see, 

In  no  other  name  will  I  trust. 

2  Thou,  thou  art  my  strength  and  my  shield, 

Henceforth  in  thy  arm  I'll  confide  ; 
The  weapons  alone  I  will  wield, 

Thy  wisdom  and  mercy  provide : 
cr      Salvation  belongs  to  the  Lord, 

Deliv'rance  must  come  from  his  hand  ; 
O  !  who  would  not  trust  in  his  word, 

Acknowledge  his  right  to  command! 

3  O  Shepherd  of  Israel  divine, 

Thy  life-giving  presence  I  feel ; 
Let  the  light  of  Fhy  countenance  shine, 

Thine  arm  now  in  mercy  reveal : 
For  strength  and  deliv'rance  I  wait; 

On  thee,  in  my  trouble  I  call, 
My  sinful  backslidings  I  hate, 

Uphold  me,  dear  Lord,  or  I  fall. 


M.S. 


327. 


L.  M.    6  lines.—  Wesley  Chapel. 
Backslider's  return  through  Christ. 


1  WEARY  of  wand'ring  from  my  God. 
And  now  made  willing  to  return, 
I  hear,  and  bow  beneath  the  rod ; 

To  him,  with  penitence  I  mourn: 
I  have  an  Advocate  above, 
A  Friend  before  the  throne  of  love. 


EXPERIMENTAL.  .  .  .  GODLY  SORROW.  429 

off  2  O  Jesus,  full  of  pard'ning  grace  ; 

More  full  of  grace  than  1  of  guilt ; 
Yet  once  again  I  seek  thy  face, 

Whose  precious  blood  for  man  was  spilt ; 
Oh  !  freely  my  backslidings  heal, 
And  love  the  dying  sinner  still. 

3  Now  give  me,  Lord,  the  tender  heart 

That  trembles  at  th'  approach  of  sin  ; 
A  godly  fear  to  me  impart; 

Implant  and  root  it  deep  within  : 
That  I  may  know  thy  sovereign  pow'r, 
And  never  dare  offend  thee  more. 

Anon. 

'-£9Q  C'  M'— Burf°rd- 

0.40«  Pleading  for  pardon  through  Christ. 

affl  HOW  can  I  bear  a  Father's  frown, 
Who  fills  the  realms  of  love  ; 
Whose  piercing  eye  from  heav'n  looks  down 
My  inmost  soul  to  prove  ! 

2  Look  not  on  me,  O  Holy  One, 

Who  know'st  my  guilt  and  fear  ; 
But  on  thy  well  beloved  Son, 
Whom  thou  wilt  always  hear. 

cr  3  Oh  !  for  his  sake,  one  precious  smile  ! 
Thou  only  can'st  forgive  ; 
One  look  can  all  my  pains  beguile 
And  bid  my  spirit  live. 

4  While  from  the  height  of  Calv'ry's  hill, 

The  bleeding  cross  I  view  ; 
Sorrows  untold  my  bosom  fill, 
And  all  my  soul  subdue. 

5  Yes,  there  is  pardon,  life,  and  peace, 

And  cleansing  in  that  blood, 
ex      The  boundless  plenitude  of  grace, 
Compassion  of  a  Cod  ! 

M.  S. 


L.  M.    G  lines.—  Wesley  Chapel. 
Pleading  in  Jesus'  name. 


329. 

off  1  FATHER  of  mercies,  God  of  love, 

Oh,  hear  an  humble  suppliant's  cry  ! 
Bend  from  thy  lofty  seat  above. 
Thy  throne  of  glorious  majesty: 


430  HYMNS. 

Oh  deign  to  hear  my  mournful  voice, 
And  bid  my  drooping  heart  rejoice. 

di    2  I  urge  no  merit  of  my  own, 

No  worth  to  claim  thy  gracious  smile 
No — when  I  come  before  thy  throne, 
Dare  to  converse  with  God  awhile, 
d  Thy  name,  blest  Jesus,  is  my  plea, 

Dearest  and  sweetest  name  to  me. 

cr     3  Father  of  mercies,  God  of  love, 

Then  hear  thy  humble  suppliant's  cry 
Bend  from  thy  lofty  seat  above, 

Thy  throne  of  glorious  majesty  ; 
One  pard'ning  word  can  make  me  whole 
And  soothe  the  anguish  of  my  soul. 

Raffles 

3»yf\  8$,  Ts,  and  4's. — Georgetown,    ex. 

tJ \J •  Cast  down,  yet  hoping.     Psalm  xlii.  5. 

(iff  1  OH  !  my  soul,  what  means  this  sadness, 
Wherefore  art  thou  thus  cast  down? 
Let  thy  griefs  be  turn'd  to  gladness, 
Bid  thy  restless  fears  begone : 

Look  to  Jesus ; 
Put  thy  trust  in  him  alone. 

di    2  What  though  Satan's  strong  temptations 

Vex  thy  spirit  day  by  day; 
And  thy  sinful  inclinations 

Often  fill  thee  with  dismay : 
cr  Thou  shalt  conquer, 

Faith  in  Christ  shall  win  the  day. 

3  Though  ten  thousand  ills  beset  thee, 

Fiends  without,  and  foes  within : 
Jesus* lives  ;  he'll  ne'er  forget  thee  ; 
He  will  save  from  hell  and  sin  ; 

He  is  faithful, 
None  shall  find  his  promise  vain. 

4  Though  afflictions  now  attend  thee; 

And  thou  tread'st  a  thorny  road  ; 
His  right  hand  shall  still  defend  thee, 
He  will  bring  thee  home  to  God  : 
vi  Therefore  praise  him  ; 

Traveling  to  his  blest  abode. 

Fatccctt, 


EXPERIMENTAL GODLY  SORROW.  ill 

QQ1  CM— Chester.    Burfvrd.     Contrition. 

OOJL.  Contrition. 

aff  1  OH  !  thou,  whose  tender  mercy  hears 
Contrition's  humble  sigh ; 
Whose  hand  indulgent  wipes  the  tears, 
From  sorrow's  weeping  eye  ! 

2  See  low  before  thy  throne  of  grace, 

A  wretched  wand'rer  mourn : 
Hast  thou  not  bid  me  seek  thy  face  ? 
Hast  thou  not  said — "  return." 

3  And  shall  my  guilty  fears  prevail, 

To  drive  me  from  thy  feet ! 
Oh.  let  not  this  dear  refuge  fail, 

This  only  safe  retreat ! 
ag   4  Absent  from  thee,  my  Guide,  my  Light, 

Without  one  cheering  ray  ; 
Through  dangers,  fears,  and  gloomy  night. 

How  desolate  my  way  ! 
d      5  Oh  shine  on  this  benighted  heart, 

With  beams  of  mercy  shine  ! 
And  let  thy  healing  voice  impart 

A  taste  of  joys  divine. 


Steele 


QQO        5'sand7's.     Peculiar.—  7'une,  Forgivey  $c. 
t)t)/Vt  Deep  penitence. 

aff       1      FORGIVE  my  folly, 

O  Lord,  most  holy; 
Cleanse  me  from  every  stain : 

For  thee  I  languish, 

Pity  my  anguish, 
Nor  let  my  sighing  be  vain. 

2  Deeply  repenting, 
Sorely  lamenting, 

All  my  departures  from  thee : 
And  now  returning, 
Thine  absence  mourning, 

Lord,  show  thy  mercy  to  me. 

3  Sinful,  unworthy, 
Trembling  before  thee, 

Here  at  thy  cross  will  I  kneel  5 
Thy  love  once  bleeding, 
Now  interceding, 

Shall  with  the  Father  prevail. 


432  HYMNS. 

4      Through  thy  rich  merit, 

By  thy  free  Spirit, 
Comfort  my  desolate  soul: 

Heav'nly  Physician, 

In  kind  compassion, 
Now  bid  the  wounded  be  whole. 

S.  Songa. 

3QQ  C-  M.—Burford.     Refuge. 

t)t)t  Penitence  and  return. 

off  1  DEAR  Saviour,  when  my  thoughts  recall 

The  wonders  of  thy  grace; 
di  Low  at  thy  feet  asham'd  I  fall, 
— p  And  hide  this  wretched  face. 

2  Shall  love  like  thine  be  thus  repaid? 
ag  Ah!  vile,  ungrateful  heart ! 

By  earth's  low  cares  detain'd,  betray'd, 
From  Jesus  to  depart! 

[3  But  he,  for  his  own  mercy's  sake, 
My  wand'ring  soul  restores ; 
He  bids  the  mourning  heart  partake 
The  comfort  it  implores.] 

aff  4  Oh  while  I  breathe  to  thee,  my  Lord. 
The  penitential  sigh, 
Confirm  the  kind  forgiving  word, 
With  pity  in  thine  eye. 

vi     5  Then  shall  the  mourner,  at  thy  feet, 
Rejoice  to  seek  thy  face; 
And  grateful  own  how  kind,  how  sweet, 
Thy  condescending  grace. 

JStee'e, 


334. 


C.  bl.—Moreland.    Retirement. 
None  but  Christ  is  a  refuge. 


d       1  TO  whom,  my  Saviour,  shall  I  go, 
If  I  depart  from  thee — 
My  guide  through  all  this  vale  of  wo. 
And  more  than  all  to  me? 

off  2  The  world  reject  thy  gentle  reign, 
And  pay  thy  death  with  scorn ; 
Oh,  they  could  plat  thy  crown  again 
And  sharpen  every  thorn. 


EXPERIMENTAL PEACE  RETURNING.  433 

But  I  have  felt  thy  dying  love 
Breathe  gently  through  my  heart, 

To  whisper  hope  of  joys  above  ; 
And  can  we  ever  part  ? 

Ah,  no  !  with  thee  I'll  walk  below, 

My  journey  to  the  grave: 
To  whom,  my  Saviour,  shall  I  go, 

When  only  thou  canst  save? 


335 


Anon 
C.  M.— Chester.    Dundee. 
Walking  with  God. 

d      1  OH,  for  a  closer  walk  with  God, 
A  calm  and  heav'nly  frame, 
And  light  to  shine  upon  the  road, 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb. 

2  Where  is  the  blessedness  I  knew, 

When  first  I  saw  the  Lord  ? 
Where  is  the  soul-refreshing  view 
Of  Jesus  and  his  word  ? 

3  What  peaceful  hours  I  once  enjoy'd! 

How  sweet  their  mem'ry  still ! 
But  they  have  left  an  aching  void 
The  world  can  never  fill. 

4  Return,  O  Holy  Dove,  return, 

Sweet  Messenger  of  rest: 
ag       I  hate  the  sins  that  made  thee  mourn, 
And  drove  thee  from  my  breast. 

5  The  dearest  idol  I  have  known, 

Whato'er  that  idol  be, 
Help  me  to  tear  it  from  thy  throne, 
And  worship  only  thee. 

d      6  So  shall  my  walk  be  close  with  God, 
Calm  and  serene  my  frame ; 
So  purer  light  shall  mark  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb. 

Cowptr. 
QQ£*  C.  M  —  Chester.    Retirement 

&*J\J»  Peace  returning. 

d      1  OH  speak  that  gracious  word  again, 
And  cheer  my  drooping  heart ! 
No  voice  but  thine  cansoothemy  pain 
And  bid  my  fears  depart 
37 


«M  HYMNS. 

2  And  wilt  thou  still  vouchsafe  to  own, 

A  worm  so  vile  as  I  ? 
And  may  I  still  approach  thy  throne, 
And  Abba,  Father,  cry  ? 

3  My  Saviour,  by  his  pow'rful  word, 

Hath  turn'd  my  night  to  day ; 
And  all  those  heav'nly  joys  restor'd, 
Which  I  had  sinn'd  away. 

4  Dear  Lord  !  I  wonder  and  adore ; 

Thy  grace  is  all  divine : 
O  keep  me,  that  I  sin  no  more 
Against  such  love  as  thine. 

Netctor,, 


337. 


C.  M.—Burford.     Chester.    Retirement. 
Pleading  for  the  presence  of  God. 


aff  1  HEAR,  gracious  God,  my  humble  moan. 
To  thee  I  breathe  my  sighs; 
When  will  the  mournful  night  be  gone  ? 
And  when  my  joys  arise  ? 

2  My  God !  O  could  I  make  the  claim, 

My  Father  and  my  Friend, 
And  call  thee  mine  by  every  name 
On  which  thy  saints  depend : 

3  By  every  name  of  pow'r  and  love, 

I  would  thy  grace  entreat : 
Nor  should  my  humble  hope  remove, 
Or  leave  thy  mercy  seat. 

4  Yet,  though  my  soul  in  darkness  mourns. 

Thy  word  is  all  my  stay  ; 
Here  I  would  rest  till  light  returns  ; 
Thy  presence  makes  my  day. 

5  Speak,  Lord,  and  bid  celestial  peace 

Relieve  my  aching  heart ; 
Oh,  smile  and  bid  my  sorrows  cease 
And  all  the  gloom  depart. 

vi     6  Then  shall  my  drooping  spirit  rise, 
And  bless  the  healing  rays; 
And  change  these  deep,  compiaining  sighs,, 
To  sonsrs  of  sacred  praise. 

Steele. 


338. 


EXPERIMENTAL SPIRITUAL  COMFORTS.  0$ 

H.  U.—Eethesda.     Stafford. 
Invoking  the  presence  of  Christ. 

COME,  my  Redeemer,  come, 

And  cteign  to  dwell  with  me, 
Come,  and  thy  right  assume, 

And  bid  my  rivals  flee : 
Come,  my  Redeemer,  quickly  come, 
And  make  my  heart  thy  lasting  home. 

Exert  thy  mighty  pow'r, 

And  banish  all  my  sin; 
In  this  auspicious  hour, 

Bring  all  thy  graces  in: 
Come,  my  Redeemer,  quickly  come, 
And  make  my  heart  thy  lasting  home. 

Rule  thou  in  every  thought 

And  passion  of  my  soul, 
Till  all  my  powers  are  brought 

Beneath  thy  full  control : 
Come,  my  Redeemer,  quickly  come, 
And  make  my  heart  thy  lasting  home. 

Then  shall  my  days  be  thine, 

And  all  my  heart  be  love, 
And  joy  and  peace  be  mine, 

Such  as  are  known  above: 
Come,  my  Redeemer,  quickly  come, 
And  make  my  heart  thy  lasting  honm 


Reed 


339. 


C.  M.—Barby.     Fabius. 
God's  presence  is  light. 


d      1  MY  God,  the  spring  of  all  my  joys, 
The  life  of  my  delights, 
The  glory  of  my  brightest  days, 
And  comfort  of  my  nights. 

v      2  In  darkest  shades,  if  thou  appear, 
cr  My  dawning  is  begun  : 

d  Thou  art  my  soul's  bright  morning  star, 

And  thou  my  rising  sun. 

3  Tb?  op'ning  heavens  around  me  shine, 
With  beams  of  sacred  bliss  ; 
While  Jesus  shows  his  heart  is  mine, 
And  whispers  I  am  his. 


«*  HYMNS. 

cr    4  Fearless  of  hell,  and  threat'ning  death, 
I'd  break  through  every  foe ; 
The  wings  of  love,  and  arms  of  faith^ 
Would  bear  me  conq'ror  through. 

5  My  soul  would  leave  this  heavy  clay 
At  the  transporting  word, 
And  run  with  joy  the  shining  way, 
To  meet  my  dearest  Lord. 


340 


L.  M. — Repose.    Rothwell. 
Light  of  God's  countenance. 

1  LORD,  what  a  heav'n  of  saving  grace 
Shines  in  the  beauties  of  thy  face, 
And  lights  my  passions  to  a  flame ! 
Oh,  how  I   love  thy  charming  name ! 

2  When  I  can  say  my  God  is  mine, 
When  I  can  feel  thy  grace  divine; 
I  tread  the  world  beneath  my  feet, 
Nor  envy  earthly  pride  or  state. 

3  While  such  a  scene  of  heav'nly  joys 
Th'  enraptur'd  soul  on  earth  employs, 
The  spirit  longs  to  soar  away 

To  regions  of  eternal  day. 

4  And  we  shall  soon  pass  through  the  night, 
To  the  fair  coasts  of  perfect  light; 
Never  again  from  Christ  to  rove, 

The  object  of  our  boundless  love. 


341 


C.  M. — Colchester.    Retirement.     Kedar. 
Love  to  Christ  desired. 


1  THOU  lovely  source  of  true  delight, 

Whom  I  unseen  adore ; 
Unveil  thy  beauties  to  my  sight, 
That  I  may  love  thee  more. 

2  Thy  glory  o'er  creation  shines  : 

But  in  thy  sacred  word, 
I  read  in  fairer,  brighter  lines, 
My  bleeding,  dying  Lord. 

3  rTis  here,  whene'er  my  comforts  droop, 

And  sin  and  sorrow  rise, 
Thy  love,  with  cheering  beams  of  hope. 
My  fainting  heart  supplies. 


342 


EXPERIMENTAL SPIRITUAL  COMFORTS.  437 

m.pA  But  ah!  too  soon  the  pleasing  scene 

Is  clouded  o'er  with  pain  : 
off      My  gloomy  fears  rise  dark  between, 

And  I  again  complain. 

d      5  Jesus,  my  Lord,  ray  Life,  my  Light, 

Oh  come  with  blissful  ray, 
v i        Break  radiant  through  the  clouds  of  night, 

And  chase  my  fears  away. 

6  Then  shall  my  soul  with  rapture  trace 
The  wonders  of  thy  love  : 
But  the  full  glories  of  thy  face, 
Are  only  known  above. 

Steel*. 

L.   M.— Repose.     Rothicell. 
Communion  with  God. 

d      1  OH  that  I  could  for  ever  dwell 

Delighted  at  the  Saviour's  feet; 
Behold  the  form  I  love  so  well, 
And  all  his  tender  words  repeat ! 

2  The  world  shut  out  from  all  my  soul, 

And  heav'n  brought  in  with  all  its  bliss  ; 
O,  is  there  aught  from  pole  to  pole, 
One  moment  to  compare  with  this  1 

3  This  is  the  hidden  life  I  prize, 

A  life  of  penitential  love, — 
When  most  my  follies  I  despise, 
And  raise  the  highest  thoughts  above. 

4  When  all  I  am  I  clearly  see, 

And  freely  own  with  deepest  shame; 
cr        When  the  Redeemer's  love  to  me, 
Kindles  within  a  deathless  flame  : 

5  Thus  would  I  live,  till  nature  fail, 

And  all  my  former  sins  forsake ; 
Then  rise  to  God  within  the  veil, 
And  of  eternal  joys  partake. 

Read. 
Q  JQ         C.  M. — ColcJiester.     Thlland.     Channing. 
OQO,  Joy  in  God. 

/.'  1 1  FROM  thee,  my  God,  my  joys  shall  rise 

In  rapture-breathing  sounds, 

Range  o'er  the  limits  of  the  skies, 

O'er  heaven's  eternal  bounds. 

37* 


438  IIYMN3. 

2  The  holy  triumphs  of  my  soul 

Shall  death  itself  outbrave, 
Leave  dull  mortality  behind 
To  moulder  in  the  grave. 

3  And  where  my  blessed  Saviour  reigns, 

In  heaven's  unmeasur'd  space, 
I'll  spend  a  long  eternity 
In  joyful  songs  of  praise. 

d      4  Blest  Jesus,  every  smile  of  thine 
Shall  fresh  endearments  bring: 
New  thoughts  and  feelings  of  delight 
From  all  thy  graces  spring. 

to     5  Haste,  my  beloved,  waft  my  soul 
Up  to  thy  blest  abode  ! 
My  waiting  spirit  longs  to  see 
My  Saviour  and  my  God. 

O  A  A  L.  M.—Rothwell.     Stonefield. 

tj^h^ii.  Rising  to  God. 

mce  1  NOW  let  the  soul  on  wings  sublime 
Rise  from  the  vanities  of  time  ; 
Draw  back  the  parting  veil,  and  see 
The  glories  of  eternity. 

di    2  Born  by  a  new  celestial  birth, 

Why  should  we  grovel  here  on  earth  ? 
Why  grasp  at  these  alluring  toys 
In  sight  of  heav'n's  eternal  joys? 

to     3  Welcome,  sweet  hour  of  full  discharge, 

That  sots  our  longing  souls  at  large, 

f        Removes  our  chains,  breaks  up  our  cell, 

And  gives  us  with  our  God  to  dwell. 

d     4  To  dwell  with  God,  to  feel  his  love, 
Is  the  full  heav'n  enjoy'd  above ; 
And  the  sweet  expectation  now, 
Is  like  the  dawn  of  heav'n  below. 

Gibbon*. 
•>  A  £T         C  M.— Colchester.     Charming.     Tolland. 
*J*i*J»  Joys  unseen. 

to  1  OH,  could  our  thoughts  and  wishes  fly 
Above  these  gloomy  shades, 
To  those  bright  worlds  beyond  the  sky, 
Where  sorrow  ne'er  invades  ! 


t  I 


EXPERIMENTAL SPIRITUAL  COMFORTS.  430 

cr  2  There  joys  unseen  by  mortal  eyes, 
Or  reason's  feeble  ray, 
In  ever  blooming  prospects  rise, 
Unconscious  of  decay. 
di  3  Lord,  send  a  beam  of  light  divine 
To  guide  our  upward  aim  ; 
With  one  reviving  touch  of  thine, 
Our  languid  hearts  inflame. 

/  4  O,  then,  on  faith's  sublimest  wing, 
Our  ardent  hope  shall  rise, 
To  those  bright  scenes   where    pleasures 
spring. 
Immortal  in  the  skies. 

Steele, 
•}A  £*  L.  M.— Duke-street,     ex. 

tJ^i\)*  Not  ashamed  of  Jesus.    Mark  viii.  38. 

off  1  JESUS,  and  can  it  ever  be, 

A  mortal  man  asham'd  of  thee  ! 
Blush  at  the  thought,  ye  rich  and  poor, 
Bow  at  his  footstool  and  adore  ! 

— M2  Asham'd  of  Jesus  !  sooner  far 

May  evening  blush  to  own  a  star : 
Asham'd  of  Jesus  !  just  as  soon 
May  midnight  be  asham'd  of  noon. 

d      3  Asham'd  of  Jesus!  yes,  I  may, 

When  I've  no  crimes  to  wash  away; 

p  No  tears  to  wipe,  no  joys  to  crave, 

No  fears  to  quell,  no  soul  to  save ! 

cr    4  Asham'd  of  Jesus,  that  dear  Friend 

On  whom  my  hopes  of  heav'n  depend! 

f.  f '    No  :  when  I  blush,  be  this  my  shame, 
That  I  no  more  revere  his  name. 
5  Till  then — nor  is  my  boasting  vain — 

— di    Till  then,  I  boast  a  Saviour  slain ! 

off      And  O,  may  this  my  portion  be, 

That  Christ  is  not  asham'd  of  me. 

Gregg. 
Oylfy  C.  1L— Moravian.     Colchester. 

04fc  •  •       Not  ashamed  of  the  Gospel.     2  Tim.  i.  12. 

vi.fl  I'M  not  asham'd  to  own  my  Lord, 
Or  to  defend  his  cause ; 
Maintain  the  honor  of  his  word, 
The  glory  of  his  cross. 


44Q  HYMNS. 

2  Jesus  my  God,  I  know  his  name, 

His  name  is  all  my  trust : 
Nor  will  he  put  my  hope  to  shame, 
Nor  let  my  soul  be  lost. 

3  Firm  as  his  throne  his  promise  stands ; 

And  he  can  well  secure 
What  I've  committed  to  his  hands, 
Till  the  decisive  hour. 

di    4  Then  will  he  own  my  worthless  name. 

Before  his  Father's  face  : 
cr        And  in  the  New  Jerusalem 

Appoint  my  soul  a  place. 


348. 


C.  M.— Moravian.    Tolland. 
The  Christian  conflict. 


/!  T  l  AM  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross, 
A  foll'wer  of  the  Lamb  ? 
And  shall  I  fear  to  own  his  cause, 
Or  blush  to  speak  his  name  ? 

2  Must  I  be  carried  to  the  skies 

On  flow'ry  beds  of  ease, 
While  others  fought  to  win  the  prize, 
And  sail'd  through  bloody  seas  ? 

3  Are  there  no  foes  for  me  to  face, 

Must  I  not  stem  the  flood  ? 
Is  this  vile  world  a  friend  to  grace, 
To  help  me  on  to  God  1 

4  Sure  I  must  fight  if  Iwould  reign  : 

Increase  my  courage,  Lord  : 
I'll  bear  the  toil,  endure  the  pain, 
Supported  by  thy  word. 

5  Thy  saints  in  all  this  glorious  war 

Shall  conquer  though  they  die : 
They  see  the  triumph  from  afar, 
And  seize  it  with  their  eye. 

6  When  that  illustrious  day  shall  rise, 

And  all  thy  armies  shine 
In  robes  of  vict'ry  through  the  skies. 
The  glory  shall  be  thine. 


EXPERIMENTAL.     .  .  CHRISTIAN  DECISION.  4 

Q  A  r\  C.  M.— Moravian.     Colchester. 

04»*/«  The  Christian  race. 

fy  y  i  AWAKE,  my  soul,  stretch  every  nerve, 
And  press  with  vigor  on  ; 
A  heav'nly  race  demands  thy  zeal, 
And  an  immortal  crown. 

2  The  animating  voice  of  God 

Still  calls  thee  from  on  high ; 
His  hand  presents  th'  immortal  prize 
To  thine  aspiring  eye. 

3  A  cloud  of  witnesses  around, 

Hold  thee  in  full  survey  ! 
Forget  the  steps  already  trod, 
And  onward  urge  thy  way. 

d      4  Blest  Saviour  !  introduced  by  thee, 
Our  race  we  have  begun : 
And  crown'd  with  vict'ry,  at  thy  feet 
We'll  lay  our  trophies  down. 

Doddridge, 


L.  M.— Park-street. 
Christian  race.    Isaiah  xli.  28—31. 


350. 

vi.f  1  AWAKE,  our  souls,  away,  our  fears, 
Let  every  trembling  thought  be  gone, 
Awake,  and  run  the  heav'nly  race, 
And  put  a  cheerful  courage  on. 

2  True,  'tis  a  strait  and  thorny  road, 

And  mortal  spirits  tire  and  faint ; 
But  they  forget  the  mighty  God, 

Who  feeds  the  strength  of  every  saint. 

3  The  mighty  God,  whose  matchless  power 

Is  ever  new,  and  ever  young, 
Shall  firm  endure  while  endless  years 
Their  everlasting  circles  run. 

4  From  thee,  the  everflowing  spring, 

Our  souls  shall  drink  a  fresh  supply; 

While  such  as  trust  their  native  strength, 

Shall  melt  away,  and  droop,  and  die. 

5  Swift  as  an  eagle  cuts  the  air, 

We'll  mount  aloft  to  thine  abode ; 
On  wings  of  love  our  souls  shall  fly, 
Nor  tire  amid  the  heav'nly  road. 


351 


HYMNS. 

7's  and  6's.—  Amsterdam.     Whitfield. 
The  pilgrim's  song. 

1  RISE,  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings, 

Thy  better  portion  trace  ; 
Rise  from  transitory  things 

Tow'rd  heav'n,  thy  native  place: 
Sun,  and  moon,  and  stars  decay, 

Time  shall  soon  this  earth  remove ; 
Rise,  my  soul,  and  haste  away, 

To  seats  prepar'd  above. 


Nor  stay  in  all  their  course  ; 
Fire  ascending,  seeks  the  sun; 

Both  speed  them  to  their  source : 
So  a  soul  that's  born  of  God, 

Pants  to  view  his  glorious  face ; 
Upward  tends  to  his  abode, 

To  rest  in  his  embrace. 

di     3  Cease,  ye  pilgrims,  cease  to  mourn, 
cr  Press  onward  to  the  prize  ; 

Soon  your  Saviour  will  return, 
Triumphant  in  the  skies  : 
di        Yet  a  season,  and  you  know 

Happy  entrance  will  be  giv'n ; 
All  your  sorrows  left  below, 
cr  And  earth  exchang'd  for  heav'n. 


Anotu 


352. 


8's,  7's,  and  I's.—Zion. 
God  the  pilgrim's  guide. 

GUIDE  me,  O  thou  great  Jehovah, 
Pilgrim  through  this  desert  land  ; 

I  am  weak,  but  thou  art  mighty ; 
Hold  me  with  thy  pow'rful  hand : 
Bread  of  heaven  ! 


2  Open,  Lord,  the  crystal  fountain, 
Whence  the  healing  waters  flow ; 
Let  the  fiery,  cloudy  pillar, 

Lead  me  all  my  journey  through; 
/  Strong  deliv'rer  ! 

Be  thou  still  my  strength  and  shield. 


WORSHIP.  .  .  .  PRIVATE. 

p      3  When  I  tread  the  verge  of  Jordan, 
Bid  my  anxious  fears  subside  : 

cr        Bear  me  o'er  the  raging  billows, 

Land  me  safe  on  Canaan's  side : 

f  Songs  of  praises 

I  will  ever  give  to  thee. 


Ottear 


353. 


WORSHIP." 


C.  M. — Retirement.     Fabius. 
Secret  devotion. 


d      1  FAR  from  the  world,  O  Lord,  I  flee, 
From  strife  and  tumult  far, 
From  scenes  where  Satan  wages  still 
His  most  successful  war. 

p      2  The  calm  retreat,  the  silent  shade. 
With  prayer  and  praise  agree : 
And  seem  by  thy  sweet  bounty  made 
For  those  who  follow  thee. 

cr     3  There,  if  thy  Spirit  touch  the  soul, 
And  grace  her  mean  abode  ; 
Oh !  with  what  peace,  and  joy,  and  love, 
She  communes  with  her  God  ! 

4  There  like  the  nightingale  she  pours 

Her  solitary  lays ! 
Nor  asks  a  witness  of  her  song, 
Nor  thirsts  for  human  praise. 

5  Author  and  guardian  of  my  life, 

Sweet  Source  of  light  divine  ! 
And — all  harmonious  names  in  one — 
Blest  Saviour,  thou  art  mine. 

6  What  thanks  I  owe  thee,  and  what  love ! 

And  praise,  a  boundless  store, 
Shall  echo  through  thy  realms  above, 
When  time  shall  be  no  more. 

Coteper 

"  See  Christ,  Holy  Spirit,    Gospel,    Experimental,    Gbnbrae. 
Praise,  Parents  and  Children,  &c. 


444  HYMNS. 


354 


C.  M.— Chester.     Woodland. 
Secret  prayer  at  twilight. 

d      II  LOVE  to  steal  awhile  away 
From  every  cumb'ring  care  ; 
And  spend  the  hours  of  setting  day 
In  humble,  grateful  prayer. 

2  I  love  in  solitude  to  shed 

The  penitential  tear ; 
And  all  his  promises  to  plead, 
When  none  but  God  is  near. 

3  I  love  to  think  on  mercies  past, 

And  future  good  implore  ; 
And  all  my  cares  and  sorrows  cast 
On  him  whom  I  adore. 

cr     4  1  love  by  faith  to  take  a  view 
Of  brighter  scenes  in  heav'n ; 
The  prospect  doth  my  strength  renew, 
While  here  by  tempests  driv'n. 

5  And  when  life's  toilsome  day  is  o'er, 
May  its  departing  ray 
di        Be  calm  as  this  impressive  hour, 
And  lead  to  endless  day. 

Mrs.  Brown. 

QrXpl  L.  U.—  Uxbridge.    Repose. 

OOO*  The  family  altar. 

1  FATHER  of  all,  thy  care  we  bless, 
Which  crowns  our  families  with  peace  ; 
From  thee  they  sprung,  and  by  thy  hand 
In  mercy  they  have  been  sustain'd. 

2  To  God,  most  worthy  to  be  prais'd, 
Be  our  domestic  altars  rais'd ; 

Who,  Lord  of  heav'n,  scorns  not  to  dwell 
With  saints  in  their  obscurest  cell. 

3  To  thee  may  each  united  house, 
Morning  and  night,  present  its  vows  ; 
And  every  soul  within  the  place, 

Be  taught  thy  precepts  and  thy  grace. 
cr     4  O  may  our  rising  seed  proclaim 

The  honors  of  thy  glorious  name  ; 
vi        While  pleas'd  and  thankful,  we  remove. 

To  join  the  family  above. 

Doddridge. 


WORSHIP PRIVATE-  i 

Q/^/*  O.  M.— Peterborough. 

*JtJ\J»  A  morning  song. 

' '     1  ONCE  more,  my  soul,  the  rising  day- 
Salutes  thy  waking  eyes : 
Once  more,  my  voice,  thy  tribute  pay 
To  him  who  rules  the  skies. 

2  Night  unto  night,  his  name  repeats, 

The  day  renews  the  sound, 
Wide  as  the  heav'ns  on  which  he  sits, 
To  turn  the  seasons  round. 

3  'Tis  he  supports  my  mortal  frame, 

My  tongue  shall  speak  his  praise  ; 
ag       My  sins  might  rouse  his  wrath  to  flame  ; 
di  And  yet  his  wrath  delays. 

4  A  thousand  wretched  souls  have  fled 

Since  the  last  setting  sun : 
And  yet  he  lengthens  out  my  thread, 
And  yet  my  moments  run. 

cr     5  Great  God,  let  all  my  hours  be  thine 
While  I  enjoy  the  light ; 
Then  shall  my  sun  in  smiles  decline, 
— j)         And  bring  a  peaceful  night. 


L.  M.—  VanhaWs.     Park-street. 
•  A  morning  hymn.     Ps.  xix.  5,  8,  and  hcxiii.  24,  25. 


357 

vi  1  GOD  of  the  morning,  at  whose  voice, 

The  cheerful  sun  makes  haste  to  rise, 
Now  bid  my  waking  pow'rs  rejoice, 
And  lift  my  thoughts  above  the  skies. 

2  From  the  fair  chambers  of  the  east, 
The  circuit  of  his  race  begins  ; 
He  never  tires,  nor  stops  to  rest : 
Round  the  whole  earth  he  flies  and  shines. 

cr  3  O  like  the  sun  may  1  fulfil 

Th'  appointed  duties  of  the  day  ; 
With  ready  mind  and  active  will, 
March  on  and  keep  my  heav'nly  way. 

t?i  4  But  I  shall  rove  and  lose  the  race 
If  God,  my  sun,  but  disappear, 

di      And  leave  me  in  this  world's  wild  maze 
To  follow  every  wand'ring  star, 
38 


446  HYMNS. 

d    5  Lord,  thy  commands  are  right  and  pure, 
Enlight'ning  our  beclouded  eyes  ; 
Thy  promises  are  ever  sure  ; 
Thy  gospel  makes  the  simple  wise, 

cr  6  Give  me  thy  counsels  for  ray  guide 
To  mansions  of  eternal  bliss 
All  my  desires  and  hopes  beside, 
Are  faint  and  cold  compar'd  with  this. 


358. 


C.  M. — Remembrance.     Warwick. 
Morning  hymn. 

I  ?      1  UPHELD  by  God's  Almighty  arm, 
I  pass'd  the  shades  of  night, 
Serene  and  safe  from  every  harm. 
And  see  returning  light. 

di     2  While  many  spent  the  night  in  sighs, 
And  restless  pains  and  woes  ; 

p  In  gentle  sleep  I  clos'd  my  eyes : 

How  soft  was  my  repose  I 

cr     3  O  let  the  same  Almighty  care 
My  waking  hours  attend  : 
From  every  danger,  every  snare, 
My  heedless  steps  defend, 

d      4  Smile  on  my  minutes  as  they  roll, 
And  guide  my  future  days  ; 
And  let  thy  goodness  fill  my  soul 
With  gratitude  and  praise. 


Stesia 


359. 


7's.    6  lines.— Nuremburgh.    hi  this  calm. 
Morning. 


d      1  IN  this  calm  impressive  hour, 

Let  my  prayer  ascend  on  high  ; 
God  of  mercy,  God  of  pow'r, 

off  Hear  me,  when  to  thee  I  cry  : 

Hear  me  from  thy  lofty  throne, 
For  the  sake  of  Christ  thy  Son. 

di    2  With  this  morning's  early  ray, 

While  the  shades  of  night  depart, 

Let  thy  beams  of  light  convey 
cr  Joy  and  gladness  to  my  heart  . 

f  T         Now  o'er  all  my  steps  preside, 

And  for  all  my  wants  provide. 


WORSHIP.  .  .  .  PRIVATE.  447 

f    3  Oh,  what  joy  that  word  affords, 

"  Thou  shalt  reign  o'er  all  the  earth  ;" 

King  of  kings  and  Lord  of  lords, 
Send  thy  gospel  heralds  forth: 

Now  begin  thy  boundless  sway, 

Usher  in  the  glorious  day. 

S.  Songs. 

Qf*0  C    M.—Barby.     Colchester. 

O  UU»  Morning  or  evening  song. 

in.fl  HOSANNA  with  a  cheerful  sound 
To  God's  upholding  hand ; 
Ten  thousand  snares  attend  us  round, 
And  yet  secure  we  stand. 

1'     2  That  was  a  work  of  boundless  pow'r, 
Which  form'd  us  by  a  word : 
And  every  day  and  every  hour 
We  lean  upon  the  Lord. 

ag   3  Our  life  is  forfeited  by  sin 
To  God's  avenging  law  : 
We  own  thy  grace,  immortal  King 
In  every  breath  we  draw. 

cr    4  God  is  our  sun,  whose  daily  light 

Our  joy  and  safety  brings  : 
di        Our  feeble  frame  lies  safe  at  night, 
— p  Beneath  his  spreading  wings. 


361 


L.  M. — Repose.     Seasons. 
•  For  morning  cr  evening.    Lam.  iii.  23.    Is.  xL  7. 

d      1  MY  God.  how  endless  is  thy  love ! 
Thy  gifts  are  every  evening  new; 
And  morning  mercies  from  ,ibove 
Gently  distil  like  early  dew. 

di    2  Thou  spread'st  the  curtain  of  the  night, 
Great  Guardian  of  my  sleeping  hours' 

cr        Thy  sovereign  word  restores  the  light, 
And  quickens  all  my  drowsy  powers. 

to     3  1  yield  my  powers  to  thy  command, 
To  thee  I  consecrate  my  days : 

vi        Perpetual  blessings  from  thy  hand. 

Demand  perpetual  songs  of  praise. 


448  HYMNS. 

Q^\0  C.  M.— Remembrance.     Fubhis. 

OvJ<W»  Morning  or  evening  worship. 

d      1  ON  thee,  each  morning,  O  my  God, 
My  waking  thoughts  attend ; 
In  thee  are  founded  all  my  hopes, 
In  thee  my  wishes  end. 

2  My  soul,  in  pleasing  wonder  lost, 
Thy  boundless  love  surveys; 
cr        And  fir'd  with  grateful  zeal,  prepares 
A  sacrifice  of  praise. 

di        When  evening  slumbers  press  my  eyes, 
With  his  protection  blest. 
In  peace  and  safety  I  commit 
p  My  wearied  limbs  to  rest. 

cr    4  My  spirit  in  his  hand,  serene, 
Fears  no  approaching  ill ; 
For  whether  waking  or  asleep, 
— p  Thou,  Lord  art  with  me  still. 

Licerpoc'  Coll. 

Q/?0         C.  M. — Peterborough,     ex.    Dunchurch. 
O  U  €)  •  Evening  eong. 

[1  DREAD  Sovereign  !  let  my  evening  song 
Like  holy  incense  rise ; 
Assist  the  ofPrings  of  my  tongue 
To  reach  the  lofty  skies. 

2  Through  all  the  dangers  of  the  day, 

Thy  hand  was  still  my  guard; 
And  still  to  drive  my  wants  away, 
Thy  mercy  stood  prepaid.] 

3  Perpetual  mercies  from  above, 

Encompass  me  around : 
m.  p     But  oh,  how  few  returns  of  love, 
Hath  my  Creator  found. 

off  4  What  have  I  done  for  him  who  died 
To  save  my  wretched  soul ! 
How  are  my  follies  multiplied, 
Fast  as  the  minutes  roll ! 

5  Lord,  with  this  guilty  heart  of  mine. 
To  thy  dear  cross  I  flee ; 
And  to  thy  grace  my  soul  resign 
To  be  reriew'd  by  thee. 


WORSIIir PRIVATE.  «9 

6  Sprinkled  afresh  with  pard'ning  blood, 
di  1  lay  me  down  to  rest ; 

p  As  in  th'  embraces  of  my  God, 

Or  on  my  Saviour's  breast. 

Of*  A  L-  M.—  Hebron.     Uxbridge. 

t/Urrt  An  evening  hymn. — God's  gracious  protection. 

1  THUS  far  the  Lord  hath  led  me  on, 
Thus  far  his  power  prolongs  my  days ; 
And  every  evening  shall  make  known 
Some  fresh  memorial  of  his  grace. 

'  f    2  Much  of  my  time  has  run  to  waste, 
And  [  perhaps  am  near  my  home  ; 
But  he  forgives  my  follies  past, 
He  gives  me  strength  for  days  to  come. 

3  I  lay  my  body  down  to  sleep, 

Peace  is  the  pillow  for  my  head : 
While  well  appointed  angels  keep 
Their  watchful  stations  round  my  bed. 

vi     4  Jesus,  thy  name  forbids  my  fear, 

O  may  thy  presence  ne'er  depart! 
But  in  the  morning  may  I  bear 
Thine  image  on  my  wakeful  heart. 

5  Thus,  when  the  night  of  death  shall  come, 
di  My  flesh  shall  rest  beneath  the  ground ; 

And  wait  thy  voice  to  rend  the  tomb, 
cr  With  sweet  salvation  in  the  sound. 


365 


C.  yi.— Retirement.     Dunchurch. 
Evening  worship. 

O  LORD,  another  day  is  flown, 

And  we,  a  little  band, 
Are  met  once  more  before  thy  throne, 

To  bless  thy  fost'ring  hand. 

And  wilt  thou  bend  a  list'ning  ear 

To  praises  low  as  ours  ? 
Thou  wilt,  for  thou  dost  deign  to  hear 

The  song  that  meekness  pours. 

And  Jesus,  thou  thy  smiles  wilt  deign, 

As  we  before  thee  pray; 
For  thou  didst  bless  the  infant  train, 

And  are  we  less  than  they  ? 
38* 


4B>  HYMNS. 

cr    4  Oh,  let  thy  grace  perform  its  part; 
Let  sin's  dominion  cease ; 
And  shed  abroad  in  every  heart 
Thine  everlasting  peace. 

H.  K.  Whit*. 

Q/2/?  h.  M..—TaUis- Evening.     Sterling* 

*J\J\J»  Evening  hymn. 

»  I     1  GLORY  to  thee,  my  God,  this  night, 
For  all  the  blessings  of  the  light ; 
Keep  me,  O  keep  me,  King  of  kings, 
Beneath  the  shadow  of  thy  wings. 

d      2  Forgive  me,  Lord,  for  thy  dear  Son, 
The  ills  that  I  this  day  have  done; 
That,  with  the  world,  myself,  and  thee 
My  soul  this  night  at  peace  may  be. 

» t    3  Teach  me  to  live,  that  I  may  dread 
The  grave  as  little  as  my  bed ; 
Teach  me  to  die,  that  so  I  may 
With  joy  behold  the  judgment  day. 

d      4  Let  my  blest  Guardian,  while  I  sleep, 
His  watchful  station  near  me  keep ; 
My  heart  with  love  celestial  fill, 
And  guard  me  from  th'  approach  of  ill . 
5  Lord,  let  my  heart  for  ever  share, 
The  bliss  of  thy  paternal  care ; 

cr        'Tis  heav'n  on  earth,  'tis  heav'n  above, 
To  see  thy  face  and  sing  thy  love. 

Kenn 

Q/?^K    7'8-    6Yta2B.-~Nuremburgh.     ex.    In  this  calm. 
ODl  •  Evening. 

aff  1  NOW  from  labor  and  from  care, 

Evening  shades  have  set  me  free ; 
In  the  work  of  praise  and  prayer, 

Lord,  I  would  converse  with  thee : 
O,  behold  me  from  above, 
Fill  me  with  a  Saviour's  love. 

2  Sin  and  sorrow,  guilt  and  wof 
Wither  all  my  earthly  joys  ; 
Naught  can  charm  me  here  below, 
But  my  Saviour's  melting  voice : 
Lord,  forgive  ;  thy  grace  restore, 
M'ike  me  thine  for  evermore. 


WORSHIP.  .       SOCIAL. 

For  the  blessings  of  ibis  day, 
For  the  mercies  of  this  hour, 

For  the  gospel's  cheering  ray, 

For  the  Spirit's  quick'ning  power  > 

(grateful  notes  to  thee  I  raise, 

O.  accept  my  song  of  praise. 


S.  Sor^n 


368. 


C.  U.— Retirement.    Cheater. 

Evening  song. 


d      1  GREAT  God  I  to  thee  my  evening  song 
With  gratitude  I'll  raise : 
Let  mercy  now  attune  my  tongue, 
And  fill  my  heart  with  praise. 

2  My  days,  unclouded  as  they  pass, 

And  every  circling  hour, 
Are  monuments  of  wondrous  grace, 
That  show  thy  love  and  power. 

3  While  thou  that  love  and  powrr  afford, 

I'm  safe  from  every  harm  ; 
Can  danger  reach  me  while  the  Lord 
Extends  his  gracious  arm  ? 

di    4  Let  this  blest  hope  my  eyelids  close, 
And  sleep  refresh  my  frame  ; 
Safe  in  thy  care  may  I  repose, 
And  wake  to  praise  thy  name. 

Steele. 


369. 


L.  M. — Uxbrid.pt.     Repose. 

Promise  of  Divine  presence  in  prayer  meetings 

Matt,  xviii.  20. 


i  JESUS,  where'er  thy  people  meet, 
There  they  behold  thy  mercy  seat ; 
Where'er  they  seek  thee,  thou  art  found  j 
And  every  place  is  hallow'd  ground. 

2  Dear  Shepherd  of  thy  chosen  few, 
Thy  former  mercies  here  renew  ; 
Here  to  our  waiting  hearts  proclaim, 
The  sweetness  of  thy  saving  name. 

3  Here  may  we  prove  the  pow'r  of  pray'r, 
To  strengthen  faith  and  banish  care;. 
To  teach  our  faint  desires  to  rise, 

To  things  unseen  beyond  the  skies. 


HYMNS. 


4  Lord,  we  are  few,  but  thou  art  near  \ 
Nor  short  thine  arm,  nor  deaf  thine  ear; 
cr        O,  rend  the  heav'ns  this  favor'd  hour, 
Let  thousands  feel  thy  saving  pow'r. 

Cotuper. 


370. 


L.  M.—  Uxbridge.      Luton. 
Same  subject. 


1  WHERE  two  or  three  with  sweet  accord, 
Obedient  to  their  sovereign  Lord, 

Meet  to  recount  his  acts  of  grace, 
And  offer  solemn  prayer  and  praise : 

2  There  will  the  gracious  Saviour  be, 
To  bless  the  little  company  ; 
There  to  unveil  his  smiling  face, 
And  bid  his  glories  fill  the  place. 

3  We  meet  at  thy  command,  O  Lord, 
Relying  on  thy  faithful  word : 
Now  send  the  Spirit  from  above, 
And  fill  our  hearts  with  heav'nly  love. 

StenntL 


371 


8's  and  7's. — Dismission.    Aberdeen,    ex. 
Prayer  for  forgiveness. 


off  1  Saviour,  hear  us  through  thy  merit, 

Lowly  bending  at  thy  feet; 
O,  draw  near  us  by  thy  Spirit, 

Prostrate  at  thy  mercy  seat. 
Wretched,  sinful,  and  unworthy ; 

Sick,  and  poor,  and  deaf,  and  blind; 
Oft  unmindful  while  before  thee, 

Of  our  need  of  such  a  Friend : 

d      2  O,  how  precious  is  the  favor 

Of  forgiveness  through  thy  blood  ! 
Come,  thou  gracious,  bleeding  Saviour, 
Be  our  Advocate  with  God. 
cr        For  the  joys  of  thy  salvation, 

Still  we  raise  our  cries  to  thee ; 
Hear  the  voice  of  supplication, 
Set  our  souls  at  liberty. 

S.  Song* 


WORSHIP SOCIA.L.  iSH 

Q^O  L    M-— Luton. 

O  I  /&%    Presence  of  Christ  desired.    Eph.  Hi.  1C,  JLc 

1  COME,  gracious  Lord,  descend  and  dwell 

By  faith  and  love  in  every  heart ; 
That  we  may  know,  and  taste,  and  feel, 
The  joys  thy  presence  can  impart. 

2  Confirm  our  souls  with  inward  strength. 

May  we  the  Saviour's  fulness  prove, 
And  understand  the  breadth  and  length. 

And  height  and  depth,  of  boundless  love. 
cr  3  Now  to  the  God  whose  hand  can  do 

Wonders  beyond  our  power  to  know, 
Be  everlasting  honors  shown 

By  all  the  church  through  Christ  his  Son. 

0*yO  C.  M.— Colchester.    Fabius. 

O  I  0«  Presence  of  Christ  desired. 

d      1  COME,  Lord,  and  warm  each  languid  heart, 
Inspire  each  lifeless  tongue  ; 
And  let  the  joys  of  heav'n  impart 
Their  influ'nee  to  our  song. 
cr    2  Then  to  the  shining  realms  of  bliss 
The  wings  of  faith  shall  soar ; 
And  all  the  charms  of  paradise 
Our  raptur'd  thoughts  explore. 

3  There  shall  the  foll'wers  of  the  Lamb 

Swell  their  immortal  strains, 
Loud  praises  echoing  to  his  name, 
Fill  the  celestial  plains. 

4  Lord,  tune  our  hearts  to  praise  and  love,. 

Our  feeble  notes  inspire ; 
Till  in  thy  blissful  courts  above, 
We  join  the  heav'nly  choir. 


374 


S:etk> 


S.  M.—  Watchman.    Dover. 
Morning  prayer  meeting. 

1  HOW  sweet  the  melting  lay 

Which  breaks  upon  the  ear. 

When  at  the  hour  of  rising  day 

Christians  unite  in  prayer. 

2  The  breezes  waft  their  cries 

Up  to  Jehovah's  throne  ; 
He  listens  to  their  heaving  sighs> 
And  sends  his  blessings  down* 


454  HYMNS. 

cr    3  So  Jesus  rose  to  pray, 

Before  the  morning  light ; 
Once  on  the  chilling  mount  did  stay, 
And  wrestle  all  the  night. 

f     4  Glory  to  God  on  high, 

Who  sends  his  blessings  down 
To  rescue  souls  condemn'd  to  die, 
And  make  his  people  one. 

S.  Li/ncs 
OO' p\  ?'*s — German  Hymn.     Preparation. 

O  I  tJ •  Coming  to  the  mercy  seat. 

1  COME,  my  soul,  thy  suit  prepare, 
Jesus  loves  to  answer  prayer  : 
He  himself  has  bid  thee  pray ; 
Rise  and  ask  without  delay. 

off  2  With  my  burden  I  begin : 

Lord,  remove  this  load  of  sin  ; 
Let  thy  blood,  for  sinners  spilt, 
Set  my  conscience  free  from  guilt. 

p      3  Lord,  I  come  to  thee  for  rest, 
Take  possession  of  my  breast: 

cr        Here  thy  sovereign  right  maintain, 
And  without  a  rival  reign. 

4  Now  a  waiting  pilgrim  hear, 
Let  thy  love  my  spirit  cheer ; 
Be  my  Guide,  my  Guard,  my  Friend  ; 
Lead  me  to  my  journey's  end. 

Xewto^ 
'Jiyf*  L-  N-—VanhalVs.   Dukestrcct. 

O  I  \)»  Meeting  in  fellowship. 

*  f     1  KINDRED  in  Christ,  for  his  dear  sake, 
A  hearty  welcome  now  receive : 
May  we  together  here  partake 
The  joys  that  he  alone  can  give. 

2  May  He,  by  whose  kind  care  we  meet, 

Send  his  good  Spirit  from  above  ; 
Make  our  communication  sweet, 
And  cause  our  hearts  to  burn  with  !ove. 

i      3  We'll  talk  of  all  he  did  and  said, 

And  suffer'd  for  us,  here  below  ; 
The  path  he  mark'd  for  us  to  tread, 
And  what  his  mercy  will  bestow. 


WORSHIP SOCIAL  456 

4  And  as  the  moments  pass  away, 

We'll  love,  and  wonder,  and  adore ; 
And  think  upon  that  glorious  day, 
When  we  shall  meet  to  part  no  more. 

5  Forgotten  now  each  worldly  theme, 

Christians  should  talk  of  higher  joy  ; 
We  only  wish  to  speak  of  him 
Who  liv'd  and  died— who  reigns  on  higlu 

Newton. 
QfyrV  S.  M.—  Watchman,     ex. 

tJ  i    I  •  Christian  fellowship. 

d      1  BLEST  be  the  tie  that  binds 

Our  hearts  in  Christian  love  : 
The  fellowship  of  kindred  minds 
Is  like  to  that  above. 

2  Before  our  Father's  throne, 

We  pour  our  ardent  prayers  ; 
Our  fears,  our  hopes,  our  aims  are  one 
Our  comforts  and  our  cares. 

3  We  share  our  mutual  woes, 

Our  mutual  burdens  bear  ; 
And  often  for  each  other  flows 
The  sympathizing  tear. 

aff  4  When  we  asunder  part, 
It  gives  us  inward  pain 
But  we  shall  still  be  join'd  in  heart, 
And  hope  to  meet  again. 

cr    5  This  glorious  hope  revives 
Our  courage  by  the  way ; 
While  each  in  expectation  lives, 
And  longs  to  see  the  day. 

d      6  From  sorrow,  toil,  and  pain, 
And  sin,  we  shall  be  free  ; 
And  perfect  love  and  friendship  reign 
Throughout  eternity. 

Fawce'.U 

QPVQ  7's.    Single.— German  Hymn. 

O  I  O.  At  parting. 

1  FOR  a  season  cali'd  to  part, 
Let  us  now  ourselves  commend 
To  the  gracious  eye  and  heart 
Of  our  ever  present  Friend. 


379, 


m  HYMNS. 

d         2  Jesus,  hear  our  humble  prayer : 
Tender  shepherd  of  thy  sheep, 
Let  thy  mercy  and  thy  care 
All  our  souls  in  safety  keep. 

3  In  thy  strength  may  we  be  strong; 
Sweeten  every  cross  and  pain; 
And  our  wasting  lives  prolong, 
Till  we  meet  on  earth  again. 

4  Then,  if  thou  thy  help  afford, 

cr  Songs  of  gladness  shall  be  rear'd  ; 

And  our  souls  shall  praise  the  Lord, 
Who  our  poor  petitions  heard. 

Newton 

C.  L.  M.— Turn— Totheetchei  caWd. 

Parting  with  friends. 

aff  1  TO  thee,  when  call'd  awhile  to  part 
With  friends  or  kindred  dear ; 
To  thee  we  raise  each  drooping  heart, 

And  tell  each  rising  fear ; 
For  thou,  O  God,  art  ever  nigh 
To  hear  thy  children  when  they  cry. 

2  The  Lord  in  mercy  condescends 

To  those  who  ask  his  love ; 
Calls  them  his  children  and  his  friends, 

And  writes  their  names  above : 
His  bending  ear,  his  smiling  face, 
Are  present  at  the  throne  of  grace. 

3  As  children  of  a  Father's  care, 

Thy  blessing  we  implore  ; 
As  friends  of  Jesus,  we  would  share 

Thy  presence  evermore : 
'Tis  this  alone  can  cheer  the  soul, 
And  every  rising  grief  control. 

4  If  thou  art  with  us  when  we  part 

With  friends  or  kindred  dear, 
To  fill  with  joy  each  drooping-  heart, 

And  banish  every  fear ; 
How  easy  then  to  bid  adieu ! 
For  Jesus  smiles,  and  Heav'n  is  true. 

S.  Song*. 


WORSHIP LORD'S  DAI  457 

QQA  7's.    C  lines. — Niiremburgh. 

tJ\J\J*  Saturday  evening. 

t)  "1  SAFELY  through  another  week 

God  hath  brought  us  on  our  way ; 

Let  us  now  a  blessing  seek, 
On  th'  approaching  Sabbath  day : 

Day  of  all  the  week  the  best 

Emblem  of  eternal  rest. 

2  While  we  pray  for  pard'ning  grace, 

Through  the  blest  Redeemer's  name, 
Show  us^  Lord,  thy  smiling  face, 

And  remove  our  guilt  and  shame : 
Thus  from  every  care  set  free, 
May  we  rest  this  night  with  thee. 

3  When  the  morn  shall  bid  us  rise, 

May  we  feel  thy  presence  near ; 
er        May  thy  glory  meet  our  eyes, 

When  we  in  thy  courts  appear : 
There  in  spirit  may  wre  taste, 
Fruits  of  heav'n's  eternal  rest 

/    4  May  the  gospel's  joyful  sound, 

Conquer  sinners,  comfort  saints  ; 

Bid  the  fruits  of  grace  abound, 
p  Bring  relief  for  all  complaints  : 

cr        Thus  may  every  Sabbath  prove, 

Till  we  join  the  church  above. 

NeicUm. 

C.  M.—Dunchurch.     Fabius. 
Lord's  day,  or  the  resurrection. 

vi    1  BLEST  morning,  whose  first  opening  rays 
Beheld  our  rising  God, 
That  saw  him  triumph  o'er  the  dust, 
And  leave  his  dark  abode. 

m.p2  In  the  cold  prison  of  a  tomb. 
The  dear  Redeemer  lay ; 
Till  the  revolving  skies  had  brought 
The  third,  th'  appointed  day. 

ag   3  Hell  and  the  grave  tried  all  their  pow'rs 

To  hold  our  God,  in  vain : 
— f      The  sleeping  Conqueror  arose, 

And  burst  their  feeble  chain. 
39 


381 


463  HYMNS. 

mce  4  To  thy  great  name,  Almighty  Lord, 
These  sacred  hours  we  pay, 
And  loud  hosannas  shall  proclaim 
The  triumphs  of  the  day. 

f5  Salvation  and  immortal  praise 
To  our  victorious  King ! 
Let  heav'n,  and  earth,  and  rocks,  and  seas 
With  glad  hosannas  ring.] 

QQO  C-  M..— Retirement.     Colchester. 

OO^t  Sabbath  morning. 

vi     1  AGAIN  the  Lord  of  Life  and  Light 
Awakes  the  kindling  ray  ; 
Dispels  the  darkness  of  the  night, 
And  pours  increasing  day. 

di    2  O  what  a  night  was  that  which  wrapp'o 

A  sinful  world  in  gjoom ! 
cr        O  what  a  Sun  that  broke,  this  day, 

Triumphant  from  the  tomb  ! 

3  This  day  be  grateful  homage  paid, 
And  loud  hosannas  sung: 
Let  gladness  dwell  in  every  heart, 
And  praise  on  every  tongue. 

/    4  Ten  thousand  thousand  lips  shall  join 
To  hail  this  welcome  morn  ; 
Which  scatters  blessings  from  its  wings. 
To  nations  yet  unborn. 

BarbauUi, 
QQQ        7*8  and  6's.    Pec uliar.— Miss ionary  Hymn. 
fjOtJ  •  A  bright  Sabbat  a  morning. 

d         1  THE  rosy  light  i.c  dawning 

Upon  the  mountain's  brow ; 
It  is  the  Sabbath  morning — 

Arise  and  pay  thy  vow : 
Lift  up  thy  voice  to  heaven, 

In  sacred  praise  and  prayer, 
While  unto  thee  is  given 

The  light  of  life  to  share. 

2  The  landscape  lately  shrouded 
p  By  evening's  paler  ray, 

cr  Smiles  beauteous  and  unclouded 

Before  the  eye  of  day  : 


WORSHIP LORD  S  DAY.  4fit 

So  let  our  souls,  benighted 

Too  long  in  folly's  shade, 
By  thy  kind  smiles  be  lighted 

To  joys  that  never  fade. 

3  O  see  those  waters,  streaming 
In  crystal  purity ; 
While  earth  with  verdure  teeming, 
Gives  rapture  to  the  eye ! 
f  Let  rivers  of  salvation 

In  larger  currents  flow, 
Till  ev'ry  tribe  and  nation 
Their  healing  virtues  know. 

Mother's  Hymn  Book. 

3Q/<  IPs.— LouviUe. 

O04i<.  The  Sabbath. 

» t  1  AGAIN  the  day  returns  of  holy  rest, 

Which,  when  he  made  the  world,  Jehovah 

blest; 
When,  like  his  own,  he  bade  our  labors  cease, 
And  all  be  piety,  and  all  be  peace. 

2  Let  us  devote  this  consecrated  day, 
To  learn  his  will,  and  all  we  learn  obey ; 
So  shall  he  hear  when  fervently  we  raise 
Our  supplications,  and  our  songs  of  praise. 

cr  3  Father  in  Heav'n,  in  whom  our  hopes  confide, 
Whose  pow'r  defends  us,  and  whose  precepts 

guide, 
In  life  our  Guardian,  and  in  death  our  Friend, 

f      Glory  supreme  be  thine  till  time  shall  end. 

Anon. 


385, 


L.  M.— Duke-street.    Luton. 
Sabbath  morning. 


1  ANOTHER  week  of  toil  is  done, 
Another  Sabbath  is  begun, 
Return,  my  soul,  enjoy  thy  rest. 
Improve  the  day  that  God  has  blest 

2  Come  bless  the  Lord,  whose  love  assigns 
So  sweet  a  rest  to  weary  minds  ; 
Provides  an  antepast  of  heav'n, 

And  gives  this  day,  the  food  of  sev'n. 


386 


460  HYMNS. 

d      3  0  that  our  thoughts  and  thanks  may  rise, 
As  grateful  incense  to  the  skies  ; 
And  draw  from  heav'n  that  sweet  repose, 
Which  none  but  he  that  feels  it  knows. 

4  This  heav'nly  calm  within  the  breast 
Is  the  dear  pledge  of  glorious  rest, 
Which  for  the  church  of  God  remains, 
The  end  of  cares,  the  end  of  pains. 

5  In   holy  duties,  let  this  day, 
In  holy  pleasures  pass  away ; 

How  sweet,  a  Sabbath  thus  to  spend, 
In  hope  of  one  that  ne'er  shall  end! 

Stennet. 

7's. — German  Hymn. 
Sabbath  morning. 

1  LORD,  we  come  before  thee  now, 
At  thy  feet  we  humbly  bow ; 
Oh  do  not  our  suit  disdain  ; 
Shall  we  seek  thee  yet  in  vain  1 

2  Lord,  on  thee  our  souls  depend, 
In  compassion  now  descend  ; 
Fill  our  hearts  with  thy  rich  grace, 
Tune  our  lips  to  sing  thy  praise 

8  In  thine  own  appointed  way, 
Now  we  seek  thee,  here  we  stay  ; 
Lord,  we  know  not  how  to  go, 
Till  a  blessing  thou  bestow. 

4  Send  some  message  from  thy  word, 
That  may  peace  and  joy  afford  ; 
Let  thy  Spirit  now  impart 
Full  salvation  to  each  heart. 


Hammond. 


387 


S.  M.— Clapton.    Dover. 
Lord's  day. 

WELCOME,  sweet  day  of  rest, 

That  saw  the  Lord  arise; 
Welcome  to  this  reviving  breast, 

And  these  rejoicing  eyes. 
The  King  himself  comes  near 

To  feast  his  saints  to-day  ; 
Here  we  may  sit  and  see  him  here, 

And  love  and  praise  and  pray. 


WORSHIP LORDS  DAY.  4 

d      3  One  day  amid  the  place 

Where  Christ  the  Lord  hath  been, 
Is  better  than  ten  thousand  days 
Of  pleasure  and  of  sin. 

4  My  willing  soul  would  stay 
In  such  a  frame  as  this, 
vi        Till  called  to  rise  and  soar  away 
To  everlasting  bliss. 

QQQ  I<    M.—  Vanhall's.     Rothwell. 

OOO.  Sabbath. 

vi     1  LORD  of  the  Sabbath,  thee  we  praise 
For  all  these  holy,  happy  days, 
To  dying  man  in  mercy  giv'n, 
As  foretastes  of  the  bliss  of  heav'n. 

2  We  thank  thee  for  that  blest  abode, 
The  temple  of  the  living  God; 

We  thank  thee  for  the  precious  word 
And  ordinances  of  the  Lord. 

3  But  oh  !  what  praise  to  thee  is  due, 
That  we  are  taught  by  faith  to  view 

ex       A  Saviour  "  crucified  and  slain," 

Waking  from  death,  on  high  to  reign. 

d      4  0  Saviour  God,  to  whom  are  giv'n 

The  realms  of  earth,  the  hosts  of  heav'n 
Before  thy  glorious  throne  we  fall, 
And  worship  thee  as  Lord  of  all. 

Mother's  H.  Book. 


389. 


7's.— German  Hymn.     Soft  and  holy,  SfC. 
The  house  of  God. 

SOFT  and  holy  is  the  place, 

Where  the  light  that  beams  from  heav'n, 
Shows  the  Saviour's  smiling  face, 

With  the  joy  of  sin  forgiv'n. 

There  with  one  accord  we  meet, 

All  the  words  of  life  to  hear, 
Bending  low  at  Jesus'  feet, 

Worshipping  with  godly  fear. 

Let  the  world  and  all  its  cares 
Now  retire  from  every  breast ; 

Let  the  tempter  and  his  snares 
Cease  to  hinder  or  molest. 
39* 


HYMNS. 


4  Precious  Sabbath  of  the  Lord, 
Fairest  type  of  heav'n  above, 
Purest  joy  thy  scenes  afford 
To  the  heart  that's  tun'd  to  love. 

S.  Song*. 


L.  M. — Repose.     Seasons,     ex. 
Public  worship. 


390. 

1  LORD,  in  the  temple  of  thy  grace, 
true.  We  feel  thy  presence  and  adore  ; 

— d      We  gaze  upon  thy  lovely  face, 

And  learn  the  wonders  of  thy  pow'r. 

d      2  And  while  our  various  wants  we  mourn, 
And  lift  to  heav'n  the  tearful  eye  ; 
Our  prayers  bring  down  a  quick  return 
Of  blessings  from  the  boundless  sky. 

di     3  And  when  with  inward  strife  we  groan, 
Here  we  receive  some  cheering  word : 

cr        And  gird  the  gospel  armor  on 

To  fight  the  battles  of  the  Lord. 

p      4  Or  if  the  fainting  spirit  lies 

Burden'd  by  sin  and  fill'd  with  fear, 

vi         The  Sun  of  Righteousness  will  rise, 

With  healing  beams  the  soul  to  cheer. 

m     5  Father,  my  heart  would  still  abide 
Within  thy  temple,  near  thy  side  ; 
But  if  my  feet  must  hence  depart, 
Still  keep  thy  dwelling  in  my  heart. 


391 


L.  M.— Duke-street. 
Delight  in  worship. 


1  FAR  from  my  thoughts,  vain  world,  begone. 
And  let  these  hallow'd  hours  alone ! 

Fain  would  my  eyes  my  Saviour  see ; 
I  wait  a  visit,  Lord,  from  thee. 

2  Oh,  warm  my  heart  with  holy  fire, 
Kindle  within  a  pure  desire  ; 
Now  send  thy  Spirit  from  above, 
And  fill  my  soul  with  joy  and  love. 

d    3  Blest  Comforter !  what  heav'nly  fare  ! 
How  sweet  thine  entertainments  are ! 
Never  did  angels  taste  above, 
Redeeming  grace  and  dying  love. 


WORSHIP.  .  .  .  LORD'S  DAY.  463 

cr  4  Hail,  great  Immanuel,  all-divine ! 
In  thee  thy  Father's  glories  shine  ; 
Thy  holy  name  shall  be  ador'd, 
And  every  tongue  confess  thee  Lord. 


392, 


S.  M.—  Clapton. 
Pleasures  of  worship. 

vi         1  HOW  charming  is  the  place, 
Where  my  Redeemer  God 
Unveils  the  beauties  of  his  face, 
And  sheds  his  love  abroad. 

2  Not  the  fair  palaces 

To  which  the  great  resort, 
Are  once  to  be  compar'd  with  this, 
Where  Jesus  holds  his  court. 

3  Here  on  the  mercy  seat, 

With  radiant  glory  crown'd, 
Our  joyful  eyes  behold  him  sit. 
And  smile  on  all  around. 

di        4  To  him  what  prayers  and  cries, 
Each  humbled  soul  presents ! 

p  He  listens  to  the  feeblest  sighs, 

Their  helper  and  defence. 

cr        5  To  them  his  sovereign  will 

He  graciously  imparts, 
d  Accepting  with  a  heav'nly  smile 

The  tribute  of  their  hearts. 

/        6  Give  me,  O  Lord,  a  place 
Within  thy  blest  abode  ; 
Among  the  children  of  thy  grace, 
The  servants  of  my  God. 

Stennet. 
QAQ  J-  yi.—Lulon.     Uxbridge. 

Oi/Oi  Pleasures  of  public  worship. 

d      1  HOW  sweet  to  leave  the  world  awhile, 
And  seek  the  presence  of  our  Lord ! 
Dear  Saviour,  on  thy  people  smile, 
According  to  thy  faithful  word. 

2  From  busy  scenes  we  now  retreat, 

That  we  may  here  converse  with  thee; 
O,  Lord,  behold  us  at  thy  feet ; 
Let  this  the  gate  of  heaven  be. 


VA  HYMNS. 

vi    3  "  Chief  of  ten  thousands,"  now  appear, 
That  we,  by  faith,  may  view  thy  face; 

m.f    Oh,  speak,  that  we  thy  voice  may  hear, 
And  let  thy  presence  fill  the  place ! 

Belly 


394. 


Vs.— German  Hymn. 
Before  sermon. 


1  BLESSED  are  thy  people,  Lord, 
While  they  listen  to  thy  word : 
While  they  see  the  Father's  grace, 
Beaming  in  the  Saviour's  face. 

2  Quickly  do  the  minutes  fly, 
While  they  feel  thy  presence  nigh  ; 
Sweetly  then  their  songs  arise, 
Through  the  bleeding  sacrifice. 

3  Saviour,  let  these  joys  be  mine, 
Saviour,  let  thy  beauties  shine  : 
I  would  all  thy  glories  see, 
1  would  ever  dwell  with  thee. 


Reed. 


395, 


L.  M.— Sterling.     Uxbridge. 
Before  sermon. 


I  1     1  THY  presence,  gracious  Lord,  afford, 
Prepare  us  to  receive  thy  word: 
Now  let  thy  voice  engage  our  ear, 
And  faith  be  mix'd  with  what  we  hear. 

2  Distracting  thoughts  and  cares  remove, 
And  fix  our  hearts  and  hopes  above ; 
Let  us  with  food  divine  be  fed, 

And  satisfied  with  living  bread. 

3  To  us  the  sacred  word  apply, 
With  sovereign  power  and  energy. 
And  may  we,  fill'd  with  holy  fear, 
Reduce  to  practice  what  we  hear. 

d     4  Father,  in  us  thy  Son  reveal, 

Teach  us  to  know  and  do  thy  will ; 
And  thus  thy  saving  pow'r  display, 
And  guide  us  to  the  realms  of  day. 

Faxecett, 


396. 


WORSHIP LORD'S  DAY. 

8's. — Birmingham.     Solitude. 
After  sermon. 


ma,  1  THIS  God  is  the  God  we  adore, 

Our  faithful,  unchangeable  Friend, 
Whose  love  is  as  great  as  his  pow'r, 
And  knows  neither  measure  nor  end. 

2  'Tis  Jesus,  the  first  and  the  last, 

Whose  Spirit  shall  guide  us  safe  home : 
We'll  praise  him  for  all  that  is  past, 
And  trust  him  for  all  that's  to  come. 

Hart 


S.  M.—  Watchman. 
After  sermon. 


397. 

'  1     1  WE  hear  the  joyful  sound 
Of  thy  salvation,  Lord  ; 
And  now  thy  throne  of  grace  surround, 
To  bless  thee  for  thy  word. 

2  The  message  we  obey, 

That  proffers  life  and  peace; 
Oh,  while  we  leave  these  courts  to-day, 
Let  holy  joys  increase. 

M.  & 


C.  M.—Barby.    ex. 

Sabbath  evening. 


398. 

off  1  FREQUENT  the  day  of  God  returns, 
To  shed  its  quick'ning  beams; 
And  yet  how  slow  devotion  burns ; 
How  languid  are  its  flames  ! 

d      2  Accept  our  faint  attempts  to  love, 
Our  frailties,  Lord,  forgive ; 
We  would  be  like  thy  saints  above, 
And  praise  thee  while  we  live. 

cr    3  Increase,  O  Lord,  our  faith  and  hope, 
And  fit  us  to  ascend 
Where  the  assembly  ne'er  breaks  up. 
The  Sabbath  ne'er  shall  end. 

4  Where  we  shall  breathe  in  heav'nly  air, 
With  heav'nly  lustre  shine; 
Before  the  throne  of  God  appear, 
And  feast  on  love  divine. 


466  -  HYMNS. 

5  Where  we,  in  high,  seraphic  strains, 
Shall  all  our  pow'rs  employ, 
Delighted  range  th'  ethereal  plains, 
In  everlasting  joy. 

Brown. 


399. 


L.  M. — Repose.    Seasons. 
The  Sabbath  evening. 


400 


1  ANOTHER  day  has  past  along, 

And  we  are  nearer  to  the  tomb  : 
Nearer  to  join  the  heav'nly  song, 
Or  hear  the  last  eternal  doom. 

2  Sweet  is  the  light  of  Sabbath  eve, 

And  soft  the  sunbeams  ling'ring  there 

For  these  blest  hours,  the  world  I  leave, 

Wafted  on  wings  of  faith  and  prayer. 

3  The  time  how  lovely  and  how  still! 

Peace  shines  and  smiles  on  all  below; 
The  plain,  the  stream,  the  wood,  the  hill, 
All  fair  with  evening's  setting  glow. 

4  Season  of  rest!  the  tranquil  soul 

Feels  the  sweet  calm,  and  melts  to  love 
And  while  these  sacred  moments  roll, 
Faith  sees  a  smiling  heav'n  above. 

5  Nor  will  our  days  of  toil  be  long, 

Our  pilgrimage  will  soon  be  trod ; 

And  we  shall  join  the  ceaseless  song, 

The  endless  Sabbath  of  our  God. 

Edmeston. 

L.  M. — Repose.     Uxbridge. 
The  eternal  Sabbath. 

1  THINE  earthly  Sabbath,  Lord,  we  love, 
But  there's  a  nobler  rest  above ; 

To  that  our  longing  souls  aspire, 
With  cheerful  hope,  and  strong  desire. 

2  No  more  fatigue,  no  more  distress, 

Nor  sin,  nor  death,  shall  reach  the  place ; 
No  groans  shall  mingle  with  the  songs 
That  warble  from  immortal  tongues. 

3  No  rude  alarms  of  raging  foes, 
No  cares  to  break  the  long  repose, 
No  midnight  shade,  no  clouded  sun-, 
But  sacred,  high,  eternal  noon 


401 


WORSHIP.  .  .  .  MINISTERS,  ORDINATIONS,  ic  457 

4  Around  thy  throne  we  long  to  meet ; 
O  grant  us  but  the  lowest  seat ; 
cr        We'll  shout  thy  praise,  and  join  the  song 
Of  the  triumphant,  holy  throng. 

[5  Oh !  long  expected  day  begin ! 

Dawn  on  these  realms  of  wo  and  sin; 
Fain  would  we  leave  this  weary  road, 
And  sleep  in  death  to  rise  with  God.] 

Doddridge. 
L.  M. — Sterling.     Duke-street. 
Christ's  commission  to  his  ministers.    Mark  xvi.   15. 
Matt,  xxv-ii.  18. 

•  i     i  "  GO  preach  my  gospel,"  saith  the  Lord, 
"  Bid  the  whole  earth  my  grace  receive 
He  shall  be  sav'd  who  trusts  my  word, 
He  shall  be  damn'd  who'll  not  believe. 

2  "  I'll  make  your  great  commission  known, 

And  ye  shall  prove  my  gospel  true 
By  all  the  works  that  I  have  done 
And  all  the  wonders  ye  shall  do. 

3  "  Teach  all  the  nations  my  commands, 

I'm  with  you  till  the  world  shall  end ; 
All  power's  committed  to  my  hands, 
I  can  destroy,  and  I  defend." 

vi     4  He  spake,  and  light  shone  round  his  head, 
On  a  bright  cloud  to  heav'n  he  rode ; 
They  to  the  farthest  nations  spread, 
The  grace  of  their  ascended  God. 

A  f\£)  S.  M.—  Clapton.    Oakland. 

Tiw^  •  Ministers  of  the  gospel  bring  joyful  tidings.    Isa.  v.  2,  7 — 1C 
Matt.  xiii.  16, 17. 

vi     1  HOW  beauteous  are  their  feet 
Who  stand  on  Zion's  hill, 
Who  bring  salvation  on  their  tongues 
And  words  of  peace  reveal ! 

2  How  charming  is  their  voice  ! 
How  sweet  the  tidings  are  ! 
Zion,  behold  thy  Saviour  King, 
He  reigns  and  triumphs  here. 
[3  How  happy  are  our  ears 

That  hear  this  joyful  sound, 
Which  kings  and  prophets  waited  for, 
And  sought  but  never  found ! 


468  HYMNS. 

[4  How  blessed  are  our  eyes 

That  see  this  heav'nly  light! 
Prophets  and  kings  desir'd  it  long, 
But  died  without  the  sight] 

f    5  The  watchmen  join  their  voice 
And  tuneful  notes  employ ; 
Jerusalem  breaks  forth  in  songs, 
And  deserts  learn  the  joy. 

6  The  Lord  makes  bare  his  arm 
Through  all  the  earth  abroad ; 
Let  every  nation  now  behold 
Their  Saviour  and  their  God. 

A  f\Q  C.  M. — Peterborough.     Warwick. 

~rV/0  •  Ministerial  charge. 

'  J    1  LET  Zion's  watchmen  now  awake, 
And  feel  th'  alarm  they  give  : 
Oh !  let  them  from  the  mouth  of  God 
Their  solemn  charge  receive. 

2  "  Go  watch  for  souls,  for  whom  the  Lord 

Did  heav'nly  bliss  forego  : 
For  souls  that  must  for  ever  live 
In  rapture  or  in  wo." 

3  'Tis  not  a  cause  of  small  import 

The  pastor's  care  demands  ; 
But  what  might  fill  an  angel's  heart, 
And  fill'd  a  Saviour's  hands. 

4  All  to  the  great  tribunal  haste, 

Th'  account  to  render  there ; 
Oh !  wert  thou  strict  to  mark  our  faults, 
Lord,  how  should  we  appear  ! 

5  May  they,  that  Jesus  whom  they  preach, 

Their  own  Redeemer  see; 
And  may  thy  Spirit  guard  their  hearts, 
That  they  may  watch  for  thee. 

Doddridg*. 
L.  M. — Luton.    Rothwell. 
Praying  for  a  pastor. 

1  WITH  heav'nly  pow'r,  O  Lord,  defend 
Him  whom  we  now  to  thee  commend  ; 
His  person  bless,  his  soul  secure, 
And  make  him  to  the  end  endure. 


404 


WORSHIP MINISTERS,  ORDINATIONS,  fcc.  4C3 

2  Gird  him  with  all-sufficient  grace, 
Direct  him  in  the  paths  of  peace  ; 
Thy  truth  and  faithfulness  fulfil, 
And  help  him  to  declare  thy  will. 

3  In  him  thy  mighty  pow'r  exert ; 
Enlarge,  inflame,  and  fill  his  heart  • 
That  thousands  yet  unborn  may  praise 
The  wonders  of  redeeming  grace. 

Ar.on. 
A(\K  L.  M  — Luton.     Quito. 

TPV/t/«  Prayer  for  ministers. 

1  FATHER  of  mercies,  bow  thine  ear 
Attentive  to  our  earnest  prayer  ; 

We  plead  for  those  who  plead  for  thee, 
Successful  may  they  ever  be. 

2  Clothe  them  with  energy  divine, 
And  let  their  messages  be  thine  ; 
To  them  thy  sacred  truth  reveal. 
Suppress  their  fear,  inflame  their  zeal. 

3  Teach  them  to  sow  the  precious  seed  : 
Teach  them  thy  chosen  flock  to  feed : 
Teach  them  immortal  souls  to  gain 
From  paths  that  lead  to  endless  pain. 

cr  4  Let  thronging  multitudes  around 

Hear  from  their  lips  the  joyful  sound, 

di      In  humble  strains  thy  grace  implore, 
And  feel  thy  new-creating  pow'r. 

cr  5  How  great  their  work,  how  vast  their  charge 
Do  thou  their  anxious  souls  enlarge, 
Till  light  through  distant  realms  be  spread, 
And  Zion  rear  her  drooping  head. 

Beddome. 
A  f\f*  L.  M. — Repose.     Seaso?is. 

frv/  \J  •    Ministers  abounding  in  the  work  of  the  Lord. 

1  BEFORE  thy  throne,  Eternal  King, 
Thy  ministers  their  ofF'ring  bring ; 
Their  tribute  of  united  praise, 

For  heav'nly  comforts,  peaceful  days. 

2  While  angels  sound  thy  glorious  name, 
Our  lips  thy  saving  grace  proclaim  ; 
We  sing  the  conquests  of  thy  word. 
And  publish  all  thy  truths  abroad. 

40 


L.  M — Uxbridge.    Luton. 
Want  of  ministerial  laborers. 


470  HYMNS'. 

di  3  Thy  various  service  we  esteem 

Our  sweet  employ,  our  bliss  supreme ; 
And  while  we  taste  thy  heavenly  love, 
We  would  be  like  thy  saints  above. 

4  Still  in  thy  work  would  we  abound — 
Would  prune  the  vine  or  sow  the  ground; 
Thy  flock  with  wholesome  pasture  feed, 
And  watch  them  with  untiring  heed. 

cr  5  Thou  art  our  Lord,  our  life,  our  love, 
Our  hope  below,  our  crown  above ; 

f       Thy  praise  shall  be  our  sweet  employ, 
Thy  presence  our  eternal  joy. 

Frane£& 

407. 

1 1     1  LORD  of  the  harvest,  bend  thine  ear. 
For  Zion's  heritage  appear ; 
O  send  forth  lab'rers  filPd  with  zeal, 
Swift  to  obey  their  Master's  will. 

d      2  Hast  thou  not  bid  us  fervent  pray 
For  help  in  such  a  trying  day  ? 
Wilt  thou  not  listen  when  we  cry, 
And  send  the  blessing  from  on  high  ? 

3  Our  lifted  eyes,  O  Lord,  behold 

The  rip'ning  harvest  ting'd  with  gold  , 
Wide  fields  are  op'ning  to  our  view,, 
The  work  is  great,  the  lab'rers  few. 

vi    4  Under  the  guidance  of  thy  hand 
Let  Zion's  sons  in  many  a  band 
Arise,  to  bless  the  dying  race, 
As  heralds  of  redeeming  grace. 

5  Bid  all  their  hearts  with  ardor  glow, 
As  gospel  messengers  to  go, 
And  publish  the  inspiring  sound 
Far  as  the  race  of  man  is  found. 

/     6  Lord  of  the  harvest,  bid  them  rise, 
Train'd  by  the  influ'nce  of  the  skies, 
In  wisdom,  knowledge,  grace,  to  shine, 
Till  every  kingdom  shall  be  thine. 

M.  s. 


WORSHIP.  .  . .  DEATH  OF  A  MINISTER.  471 

A  /^VQ  L.  M. —  Vernon.    Dartcen. 

~rv"0«  Prayer  for  a  sick  minister. 

off  1  OH  thou,  before  whose  gracious  throne 
We  bow  our  suppliant  spirit  down  ; 
Thou  know'st  the  burden  now  we  feel ; 
All  that  our  trembling  lips  could  tell. 

2  In  mercy,  Lord,  thy  servant  spare, 
Nor  turn  aside  our  earnest  prayer : 
Arrest  thy  swift  descending  stroke, 
Nor  smite  the  shepherd  of  the  flock. 

c*    3  Back  to  our  hopes  and  wishes  give, 
And  bid  our  friend  and  pastor  live : 
Restore  him,  sinking  to  the  grave, 
Stretch  out  thine  arm,  make  haste  to  save 

d     4  Bound  to  the  flock  by  tend'rest  ties, 
Each  soul  in  supplication  lies: 
Thy  pitying  aid,  O  God,  impart ; 
Nor  rend  him  from  our  bleeding  heart 

di    5  Ifet,  if  our  supplications  fail, 

And  prayers  and  tears  may  not  avail, 

cr        Be  thou  his  strength,  be  thou  his  stay, 
And  guide  him  safe  to  endless  day. 


Anon. 


C.  M. — Plympion.     Burford. 
Consolation  in  the  death  of  a  minister. 


409, 

off  1  NOW  let  our  drooping  hearts  revive, 
And  all  our  tears  be  dry ; 
Why  should  those  eyes  be  drown' d  in  grief, 
That  view  a  Saviour  nigh  7 

1 1     2  What  though  the  conquering  arm  of  death 
Does  God's  own  house  invade? 
What  though  the  prophet  and  the  priest 
Be  number'd  with  the  dead  ? 

3  Though  earthly  shepherds  dwell  in  dust, 
The  aged  and  the  young; 
p  The  watchful  eye  in  darkness  clos'd, 

And  mute  th'  instructive  tongue : 

cr    4  Th'  Eternal  Shepherd  still  survives, 
New  comfort  to  impart ; 
His  eye  still  guides  us,  and  his  voice 
Still  animates  our  heart. 


47'J  HYMNS. 

5  "  Lo  !  I  am  with  you."  saith  the  Lord, 

"My  church  shall  safe  abide  ;" 
The  Lord  will  ne'er  forsake  his  own, 
Who  in  his  love  confide. 

6  Through  every  scene  of  life  and  death 

His  promise  is  our  trust; 
And  this  shall  be  our  children's  song, 
When  we  are  cold  in  dust. 


410 


Doddridge. 

C.  M. — Neic  Cambridge. 
•  The  safety  and  protection  of  the  church.     Isa.  xxvi.  ] ,  Ac 


1  HOW  honorable  is  the  place, 

Where  we  adoring  stand ! 
Zion,  the  glory  of  the  earth, 
And  beauty  of  the  land. 

2  Bulwarks  of  mighty  grace  defend 

The  city  where  we  dwell ; 
The  walls  of  strong  salvation  made, 
Defy  th'  assaults  of  hell. 

3  Lift  up  the  everlasting  gates, 

The  doors  wide  open  fling  : 
Enter,  ye  nations  that  obey 
The  statutes  of  our  King. 

4  Here  shall  you  taste  unmingled  joys, 

And  live  in  perfect  peace  ; 
You  that  have  known  Jehovah's  name. 
And  triumph'd  in  his  grace. 

5  Trust  in  the  Lord,  for  ever  trust, 

And  banish  all  your  fears  ; 
Strength  in  the  Lord  Jehovah  dwells, 
Eternal  as  his  years. 


411 


II.  M.—IIaddam.     Stafford. 
On  opening  a  house  of  worship. 

IN  sweet,  exalted  strains, 
The  King  of  Glory  praise  ; 

O'er  heav'n  and  earth  he  reigns, 
Through  everlasting  daj*s : 

He  with  a  nod  the  world  controls, 

Sustain  or  sinks  the  distant  poles. 


WORSHIP.  .  .  .  DEDICATIONS.  473 

rruc  2  Great  King  of  Glory,  come, 
And  with  thy  favor  crown 
This  temple  as  thy  dome, 

This  people  as  thine  own: 
O  condescend  in  love  to  show, 
How  God  can  dwell  with  man  below. 
di    3  Here  may  thine  ear  attend 
Our  interceding  cries ; 
And  grateful  praise  ascend, 
All-fragrant  to  the  skies: 
cr        Here  may  thy  word  melodious  sound, 
And  spread  the  joys  of  heav'n  around. 

4  Here  may  th'  attentive  throng 

Imbibe  thy  truth  and  love, 
And  converts  join  the  song 

Of  seraphim  above; 
And  willing  crowds  surround  thy  board, 
With  sacred  joy  and  sweet  accord. 

5  Here  may  our  unborn  sons 

And  daughters  sound  thy  praise, 
And  shine  like  polish'd  stones, 

Through  long  succeeding  days  ; 
Here,  Lord,  display  thy  saving  pow'r, 
While  temples  stand,  and  men  adore. 

Francia. 

A  I   Q\  L.  M.— Park-street. 

^B  ±  &  •      God  the  glory  and  defence  of  the  church. 

vi     1  HAPPY  the  church,  thou  sacred  place, 
The  seat  of  thy  Redeemer's  grace  ! 
Thy  holy  courts  are  his  abode, 
The  temple  of  the  living  God. 
2  Thy  walls  are  strength,  and  at  thy  gates 
A  guard  of  heav'nly  warriors  waits, 
Nor  shall  thy  deep  foundations  move, 
Fix'd  on  his  counsels  and  his  love. 

ag   3  Though  foes  tumultous  may  engage, 
Against  his  throne  in  vain  they  rage, 

ff        Like  rising  waves  with  angry  roar, 

— di     That  dash  and  die  upon  the  shore. 

d      4  Then  let  our  souls  in  Zion  dwell, 

Nor  fear  the  wrath  of  earth  or  hell ; 
His  arms  embrace  this  happy  ground, 
Like  brazen  bulwarks  built  around. 
40* 


413. 


HYMNS. 

God  is  our  shield  and  God  our  sun  j 
Swift  as  the  fleeting  moments  run, 
On  us  he  sheds  new  beams  of  grace, 
And  we  reflect  his  brightest  praise. 

C.  M.— Colchester.     St.  Ann's. 
For  a  dedication. 


mat  1  WITHIN  this  house,  O  Lord  our  God 
In  glory  now  appear ; 
Make  it  a  place  of  thine  abode, 
And  shed  thy  blessings  here. 

2  When  we  thine  awful  seat  surround, 
p  Thy  Spirit,  Lord,  impart; 

or        And  let  thy  gospel's  joyful  sound, 
With  pow'r  reach  every  heart. 

p      3  Here  let  the  blind  their  sight  obtain, 
Here  give  the  mourners  rest ; 
Let  Jesus  here  triumphant  reign, 
Enthron'd  in  every  breast. 

1  Here  let  the  voice  of  sacred  joy, 

And  humble  prayer  arise; 
/         Till  higher  strains  our  tongues  employ, 
In  realms  beyond  the  skies. 

PraW a  OtlL 
A  "1    A  C.  M  —  Chester.    Retirement. 

*$  -*-   *•  Opening  a  house  of  worship. 

d      1  OH  !  Shepherd  of  thy  people,  hear  ! 
Thy  presence  now  display : 
Thou  that  hast  giv'n  a  house  of  prayer, 
Now  give  us  hearts  to  p^ay. 

2  Within  these  walls  let  holy  peace, 

And  love  and  concord  dwell ; 
Here  give  the  troubled  conscience  ease, 
The  wounded  spirit  heal. 

3  May  we  in  faith  receive  thy  word, 

In  faith  present  our  prayers  ; 
And  in  the  presence  of  the  Lord 
Unbosom  all  our  cares. 
:     4  And  may  the  gospel's  joyful  sound, 

By  thy  Almighty  grace, 
/         Awaken  slumb'ring  sinners  round 
To  come  and  fill  the  place. 

Netcton. 


415 


PARENTS  AM)  CHILDREN. 

L.   II. — Luton.      DlAt -strut. 

On  opening  a  house  of  worship 

1  HERE,  in  thy  name,  eternal  God, 

We  build  this  earthly  house  for  thee  : 
O  make  it  now  thy  fix'd  abode, 
And  guard  it  long  from  error  free. 

2  Here,  when  thy  people  seek  thy  face, 

And  dying  sinners  pray  to  live ; 
Hear  thou,  in  heav'n,  thy  dwelling  place 
And  when  thou  nearest.  Lord,  Forgive. 

3  Here,  when  thy  messengers  proclaim 

The  blessed  gospel  of  thy  Son; 
Still  by  the  power  of  his  great  name, 
Be  mighty  signs  and  wonders  done. 

di     4  When  children's  voices  raise  the  song, 
Hosanna  to  their  heav'nly  King; 

cr        Let  heav'n,  with  earth,  the  strain  prolong, 
Hosanna,  let  the  angels  sing. 

p      5  But  will,  indeed,  Jehovah  deign 

Here  to  abide,  no  transient  guest  ? 
Here  will  our  great  Redeemer  reign, 
And  here  the  Holy  Spirit  rest  ? 

cr     6  Thy  glory  never  hence  depart : 

Yet  choose  not,  Lord,  this  house  alone  ; 
Thy  kingdom  come  in  every  heart, 
In  every  bosom  fix  thy  throne. 

Montgomery, 


416. 


PARENTS  AND  CHILDREN.* 


Ts.— German  Hymn.     German  Air. 
Divine  assistance  in  teaching  children. 

LORD,  assist  us  by  thy  grace 
To  instruct  our  infant  race; 
Grant  us  wisdom  from  above, 
Fill  us  with  a  Saviour's  love. 


*  See  Doctrinal,  Worship,  Ordinances,  Afflictions,  also  Psalm 
SU»,  34th,  and  119th,  &c. 


475  HYMNS. 

2  Let  us  in  thy  peace  abide, 
In  thy  promises  confide, 
While  our  seed  with  ready  zeal, 
Learn  of  us  to  do  thy  will. 

3  May  we  teach  them  day  by  day, 
In  the  house  and  by  the  way, 
When  they  rise  or  go  to  rest, 

Till  thy  truth  shall  make  them  blest. 

4  While  in  childhood's  tender  age 
They  unfold  the  sacred  page, 
May  they  see  in  every  line 
Kind'ling  rays  of  light  divine. 

d         5  Precious  Saviour,  hear  our  prayer  ; 
We  commit  them  to  thy  care; 
Be  their  Shepherd  and  their  Guide ; 
Bring  them  to  thy  bleeding  side. 

Mother's  H.  Book. 


417 


T 's.—  German  Hymn. 
Instruction  of  children. 


1  GRANT  us  wisdom,  gracious  Lord, 
To  instruct  our  children  dear ; 
And  thy  special  aid  afford, 
While  for  them  we  kneel  in  prayer. 

off  2  Oh  !  how  ignorant  and  weak  ! 
How  imperfect  in  our  zeal ! 
Guilty,  while  to  Heav'n  we  speak — 
Jesus,  Lord,  our  pardon  seal ! 

1 1     3  Help  us  still  our  work  of  love, 
Daily,  hourly,  to  pursue  ; 
While  thy  Spirit  from  above 

Shall  our  children's  souls  renew. 

d     4  For  this  blessing  now  we  plead, 
Send  thy  Holy  Spirit  down  ; 
Smile  on  us,  and  on  our  seed, 
Make  thy  power  and  glory  known. 

5  Thou  hast  heard  our  solemn  prayer, — 
We  are  thine,  for  ever  thine  : 
Take  these  children  to  thy  care, 
Fill  their  hearts  with  grace  divine. 

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PARENTS  AND  CHILDREN.  fl 

B.  M. —  Watchman.     Shirland. 
Asking  for  blessings  upon  children. 

1  GREAT  God,  now  condescend 

To  bless  our  rising  race: 
And  make  their  youthful  spirits  bend 
To  thy  victorious  grace. 

d      2  0,  what  a  vast  delight, 

Their  penitence  to  see  ! 
Our  warmest  wishes  all  unite 
To  lead  their  souls  to  thee. 

3  Dear  Lord,  thy  Spirit  pour 

Upon  our  infant  seed: 
And  bring  that  soul-reviving  hour, 
Which  makes  them  thine  indeed. 

4  May  they  receive  thy  word, 

Confess  the  Saviour's  name, 

And  follow  on  to  know  the  Lord  ; 

Nor  fear  reproach  or  shame. 

Ftlhjua, 
A  "I   (\  7's. — German  Hymn. 

^jT-L  *J  •  Seeking  blessings  upon  children. 

off  1  GOD  of  mercy,  hear  our  prayer 

For  the  children  thou  hast  giv'n ; 
Let  them  all,  thy  blessings  share, 
Grace  on  earth  and  bliss  in  heav'n. 

2  In  the  morning  of  their  days 

May  their  hearts  be  drawn  to  thee ; 
Let  them  learn  to  lisp  thy  praise 
In  their  earliest  infancy. 

3  When  we  see  their  passions  rise — 

Sinful  habits  unsubdu'd ; 
Then  to  thee  we  lift  our  eyes, 
That  their  hearts  may  be  renew'd. 

4  Cleanse  their  souls  from  ev'ry  stain. 

Through  the  Saviour's  precious  b: 
Let  them  al!  be  born  again, 
And  be  reconciPd  to  God. 

off  5  For  this  mercy,  Lord,  we  cry ; 

Bend  thine  ever-gracious  ear  ; 
While  on  thee  our  souls  rely, 
Hear  our  prayer,  in  mercy  hear. 

Mother's  TI.  B<J(J± 


*78  HYMNS. 


420. 


C.  M.— Moreland.     Dundee. 
Parental  solicitude.     Esther  viii. 


1  HOW  can  we  see  the  children,  Lord, 

Thou  hast  in  mercy  giv'n, 
Remain  regardless  of  thy  word, 
Without  a  hope  of  heav'n? 

2  How  can  we  see  them  tread  the  path, 

That  leads  to  endless  death, 
Thus  adding 'to  thy  fearful  wrath, 
With  every  moment's  breath  ? 

off  3  Lord,  hear  the  parents'  earnest  c*ry, 
And  save  our  children  dear; 
Now  send  thy  Spirit  frOm  on  high, 
And  fill  them  with  thy  fear. 

4  Oh,  make  them  love  thy  holy  law 
And  joyful  walk  therein : 
Their  hearts  to  new  obedience  draw, 
Save  them  from  every  sin. 


Anon 


421 


C.  M.— Dundee.     Burford. 
Prayer  for  children's  conversion. 


off  \  O  LORD,  behold  us  at  thy  feet, 
A  needy,  sinful  band  ; 
As  suppliants  round  thy  mercy  seat, 
We  come  at  thy  command. 

2  'Tis  for  our  children  we  would  plead, 

The  offspring  thou  hast  giv'n; 
Where  shall  we  go  in  time  of -need, 
But  to  the  God  of  heav'n? 

3  We  ask  not  for  them  wealth  or  fame, 

Amia"  the  worldly  strife: 
But  in  the  all-prevailing  Name, 
We  ask  eternal  life. 

4  We  crave  the  Spirit's  quick'ning  grace, 

To  make  them  pure  in 'heart;  . 
That  they  may  stand  before  thy  face, 
And  see  thee  as  thou  art. 

Mother's  H.  Book. 


PARENTS  AND  CHILDREN.  47* 

A  QO  c  ^—Dunckurch.     Warwick. 

^&&»  Instructors  of  children. 

vi     1  HAPPY  the  man  whose  heart  expands 
At  melting  pity's  call ; 
While  the  rich  blessings  from  his  hands 
Like  heav'nly  manna  fall. 

2  Delightful  task,  young  souls  to  win, 

And  turn  the  rising  race, 
From  the  deceitful  paths  of  sin, 
To  seek  redeeming  grace  ! 

3  Children  our  kind  protection  claim, 

And  God  will  well  approve, 
When  they  are  taught  to  fear  his  name, 
And  their  Creator  love. 

1  Ours  be  the  bliss  in  wisdom's  way 
To  guide  untutor'd  youth, 
To  lead  the  mind  that  went  astray, 
To  virtue  and  to  truth. 

d       i  Almighty  God,  thy  influence  shed, 
And  prosper  our  design  ; 
The  honors  of  thy  name  be  spread, 
Be  all  the  glory' thine. 

Strapkam. 
AQO  C.  M—  Chester..     Retirement. 

^<&  3  •  Children  given  to  Christ. 

d      1  BEHOLD  what  condescending  love 

Jesus  on  earth  displays  ; 

To  little  children  he  extends 

The  riches  of  his  grace. 

1 1      2  He  still  the  ancient  promise  keeps, 
To  our  forefathers  giv'n : 
Our  infants  in  his  arms  he  takes, 
And  calls  them  heirs  of  heav'n. 

3  Forbid  them  not  whom  Jesus  calls  ; 
Nor  dare  his  claim  deny; 
While  his  own  word  to  us  declares, 
That  such  may  heav'n  enjoy. 

cr    4  With  flowing  tears,  and  thankful  hearts 
We  give  them  up  to  thee : 
Receive  them,  Lord,  into  thine  arms, 
Thine  may  they  ever  be. 

Anon. 


424 


480  HYMNS. 

C.  M.—Fabius.    Remembrance. 
An  abiding  covenant. 

d       1  MY  God,  the  cov'nant  of  thy  love 
Abides  for  ever  sure, 
And  in  its  matchless  grace  I  feel 
My  happiness  secure. 

2  Since  thou,  the  everlasting  God, 

My  Father  art  become : 
Jesus  my  Guardian  and  my  Friend, 
And  heav'n,  my  final  home : 

3  I  welcome  all  thy  sovereign  will, 

For  all  that  will  is  love; 
And  when  I  know  not  what  thou  dost, 
I  wait  the  light  above. 

ag    4  Thy  cov'nant  in  the  darkest  gloom 
Snail  heav'nly  rays  impart: 
And  while  descending  to  the  tomb, 
Shall  cheer  my  trembling  heart. 

Doddridgn. 


425. 


L.  M. — Duke-street.     Uxbridge. 
Children  committed  to  the  Good  Shepherd 


1  DEAR  Saviour,  if  these  lambs  should  stray 
Beyond  thy  blest  enclosure's  bound; 
And  lur'd  by  worldly  joys  away, 

Among  the  thoughtless  crowd  be  found; 

d      2  Remember  still,  that  they  are  thine, 

And  that  thy  sacred  name  they  bear; 
The  precious  seal  of  love  divine, 
The  sign  of  cov'nant  grace  they  wear 

3  In  all  their  wand'rings,  hopes,  and  fears, 
O  let  them  ne'er  forgotten  be  ; 
Remember  all  the  prayers  and  tears, 
Which  made  them  consecrate  to  thee. 

di    4  And  when  these  lips  no  more  can  pray, 
— j)  These  eyes  can  weep  for  them  no  more 

cr        Still  turn  their  feet  from  folly's  way ; 
The  wand'rers  to  thy  fold  restore. 

Hyde. 


PARENTS  AND  CHILDREN  «1 

AQC\  C'  M_ Watchman-     Aylesbury. 

M&Xf\3*  Prayer  for  sanctification  of  childrea. 

off  1  0  GOD  of  Abra'm,  hear 

The  parents'  humble  cry ; 
In  cov'nant  mercy  now  appear, 
While  in  the  dust  we  lie. 

2  These  children  of  our  love, 

In  mercy  thou  hast  giv'n, 
That  we  through  grace  may  faithful  prove, 
In  training  them  for  heav'n. 

3  O,  grant  thy  Spirit  Lord, 

Their  hearts  to  sanctify; 
Remember  now  thy  gracious  word. 
Our  hopes  on  thee  rely. 

4  Draw  forth  the  melting  tear, 

The  penitential  sigh ; 
Inspire  their  hearts  with  faith  sincere, 
And  fix  their  hopes  on  high. 

a     5  These  children  now  are  thine, 
We  give  them  back  to  thee; 
O  lead  them  by  thy  grace  divine. 
Along  the  heav'nly  way. 

Mother's  Magazine. 

A  Q)^  L   M.— Luton.      Uxbridge. 

Tc'-'W  ■   •  Infants  in  reference  to  the  ministry. 

1  LONG  as  he  lives  he  shall  be  thine : 

This  cherished  gift,  I  now  restore  ; 
Nor  longer  call  the  treasure  mine, 
Giv'n  to  my  God  for  evermore. 

2  Still  firm  in  purpose,  and  sincere, 

This  dedication,  Lord,  shall  stand: 
d  The  child  shall  now  be  doubly  dear, 

As  kept  and  guarded  by  thy  hand. 

»  f     3  Let  him  be  early  taught  of  God ; 

Prepare  him  in  the  days  of  youth, 
Amid  the  courts  of  thy  abode 
To  bear  the  messages  of  truth. 

off  4  Be  this  the  object  of  my  heart, 

Be  this  the  burden  of  my  prayer, 
That  he  thy  gospel  my  impart 
To  those  who  shall  thy  mercv  share. 
41 


182  HTMHS. 

5  And  may  thy  Spirit,  gracious  Lord, 
Help  me  in  mem'ry  to  retain 
Each  promise  of  thy  holy  word, 
Till  hope  her  sweet  assurance  gain. 

Mother's  H.  Book. 

A  QQ  H's  and  8rs.— Palestine. 

^»^0»  Blessings  through  maternal  influence.     Psalm  csvi.  16. 

1  YES,  I  am  thy  servant,  most  bountiful  Lord, 

The  son  of  thy  handmaid  so  dear: 
Who  taught  me  the  precepts  contain'd  in 
thy  word ; 
And  gave  me  to  God  in  her  prayer: 
Thy  boundless  compassion  my  soul  would 
embrace, 
That  led  me  a  Saviour  to  see; 
Thy  covenant  mercy  and  self-moving  grace, 
That  gave  such  a  parent  to  me. 

2  The  voice  of  my  God,  in  her  accents  I  heard, 
ag  And  trembled  before  the  Most  High : 

di        Thy  look  of  forgiveness  and  mercy  appear'd 
p  Through  tear-drops  that  stood  in  her  eye : 

cr        Thy  precepts  like  rain  from  her  lips  were 
distiiFd  j 
Thy  chast'nings  were  giv'n  by  her  hands : 
Thy  truth  was  declared  and  thy  laws  were 
reveal'd, 
When  taught  to  obey  her  commands. 

— di  3  And  when  amid  strangers  I  wander'd  afar, 
From  the  home  of  my  childhood   and 
youth ; 
Her  prayers  and  her  counsels  that  follow'd 
me  there, 
Still  came  through  thy  goodness  and  truth  ■ 
cr        Yes,  I  am  thy  servant,  eternally  thine, 

And  thou  art  my  heavenly  King  j 
f        Of  covenant  mercy,  transcendent,  divine, 
My  soul  shall  eternally  sing. 


429, 


M.  3. 

■Preparation.     German  Hymn. 
Children  exhorted. 


1  CHILDREN,  listen  to  the  Lord, 
And  obey  his  gracious  word ; 
Seek  his  face  with  heart  and  mind : 
Early  seek  and  you  shall  find. 


PARENTS  AND  CHILDREN. 

2  Sorrowful;  your  sins  confess, 
Plead  his  perfect  righteousness, 
See  the  Saviour's  bleeding  side  : 
Come— you  will  not  be  denied. 

3  For  his  worship  now  prepare; 
Kneel  to  him  in  fervent  prayer ; 
Serve  him  with  a  perfect  heart : 
Never  from  his  ways  depart. 

Union  Minstrel 


430, 


ffs,  7's,  and  4?s—  Zion.    Greenville. 
Children  exhorted. 

d      1  CHILDREN,  hear  the  melting  story 
Of  the  Lamb  that  once  was  slain; 
'Tis  the  Lord  of  life  and  glory : 
Shall  he  plead  with  you  in  vain ! 

O  receive  him, 
And  salvation  now  obtain. 

2  Yield  no  more  to  sin  and  folly, 
So  displeasing  in  his  sight; 
Jesus  loves  the  pure  and  holy, 
They  alone  are  his  delight ; 

Seek  his  favor, 
And  your  hearts  to  him  unite. 

di    3  All  your  sins  to  him  confessing 
Who  is  ready  to  forgive  ; 
Seek  the  Saviour's  richest  blessing, 
On  his  precious  name  believe; 

He  is  wTaiting, 
Will  you  not  his  grace  receive  ? 

Union  MinstreL 


431 


S.  M.—  Watchman.    St.  Thcr..l$. 
Know  the  Lord.    1  Chron.  xxviii.  9. 


1  MY  son,  know  thou  the  Lord, 

Thy  father's  God  obey; 
f  T      Seek  his  protecting  care  by  night, 
His  guardian  hand  by  day. 

2  Call  while  he  may  be  found, 

And  seek  him  while  he's  near ; 
Serve  him  with  all  thy  heart  and  mind, 
And  worship  him  with  fear. 


484  HYMNS. 

p      3  If  thou  wilt  seek  his  face, 
cr  He'll  listen  to  thy  cry  ; 

Then  shalt  thou  find  his  mercy  sure 
His  grace  for  ever  nigh. 

ag    4  But  if  thou  leave  thy  God, 

Nor  choose  the  path  to  heav'n, 
Then  shalt  thou  perish  in  thy  sins, 
Nor  ever  be  forgiv'n. 

Village  Hymns. 
yjQQ  C.  M.— Peterborough.     Fabius. 

QtJ/C*  The  young  exhorted. 

d      .1  YE  hearts  with  youthful  vigor  warm, 
In  smiling  crowds  draw  near, 
And  turn  from  every  mortal  charm, 
A  Saviour's  voice  to  hear. 

2  He,  Lord  of  all  the  worlds  on  high> 

Stoops  to  converse  with  you ; 
And  lays  his  radiant  glories  by, 
Your  friendship  to  pursue. 

3  The  soul  that  longs  to  see  his  face, 

Is  sure  his  love  to  gain ; 
And  those  that  early  seek  his  grace, 
Shall  never  seek  in  vain. 

4  What  object.  Lord,  my  soul  should  move 

If  once  compared  with  thee  ! 
What  beauty  should  command  my  love? 
Like  what  in  Christ  I  see. 

w./5  Away,  ye  false,  delusive  toys, 
Vain  tempters  of  the  mind  f 
5Tis  here  I  fix  my  lasting  choice  ; 
And  here,  true  bliss  I  find. 

Doddridg*. 

A  QQ  s-  M-—  Watchman,    ex.    St.  Giles. 

JbOO«  Prayer  of  a  youth. 

1  NOW  in  my  early  days, 

Teach  me  thy  will  to  know  ; 
off      O  God,  thy  sanctifying  grace, 
Betimes  on  me  bestow. 

2  Make  an  unguarded  youth 

The  object  of  thy  care: 
Help  me  to  choose  the  way  of  truth. 
And  flee  from  ev'ry  snare. 


PARENTS  AND  CHILDREN  § 

di    3  My  heart  to  folly  prone, 

Renew  by  pow'r  divine  : 
Unite  it  to  thyself  alone, 
And  make  it  wholly  thine. 

cr    4  0  let  thy  word  of  grace 

My  warmest  thoughts  employ  ; 
Be  this  through  all  my  following  days. 
My  treasure  and  my  joy. 

5  To  what  thy  laws  impart, 
Be  my  whole  soul  inclin'd  ; 
O  let  them  dwell  within  my  heart, 
And  sanctify  my  mind. 

f  t     6  Make  thy  young  servant  learn, 
By  these  to  cleanse  his  way  ; 
And  may  I  here  the  path  discern. 
That  leads  to  endless  day. 

Fuiccett. 

A  Q  A  C'  ^—Pe:erbc"ou?h-     Barby. 

tpO^t*  Obedience  to  parents  and  teachers. 

1  ?     1  LET  children  that  would  fear  the  Lord, 
Hear  what  their  teachers  say; 
With  reverence  meet  their  parent's  word, 
And  with  delight  obey. 

ag    2  Judgments  that  fill  the  soul  with  awe, 
Are  written  by  the  Lord, 
For  him  that  breaks  his  father's  law, 
Or  mocks  his  mother's  word. 

di    3  But  those  who  worship  God,  and  give 

Their  parents  honor  due, 
cr        The  blessings  of  this  life  receive, 

And  life  hereafter  too. 


435. 


S.  yi.—  Wati.hman. 
For  a  Sabbath  School. 


1  WITHIN  these  walls  be  peace, 

Love  through  our  borders  found  ; 
In  all  our  little  palaces 
Prosperity  abound. 

2  God  scorns  not  humble  things  ; 

Here,  though  the  proud  despise, 
The  children  of  the  King  of  kings, 
Are  training  for  th 3  skies. 
41* 


436 


HYMNS. 

2  May  none,  who  thus  are  taught, 
From  glory  be  cast  down  j 

But  all,  through  faith  and  patience,  brought 
To  an  immortal  crown. 

Montgomery, 

C.  M.— Retirement.    Remembrance. 
For  a  Sabbath  School. 

1  THERE  is  a  glorious  world  of  light 
Above  the  starry  sky, 
Where  saints  departed,  cloth'd  in  white, 
Adore  the  Lord  most  high. 

di    2  And  hark,  amid  the  sacred  songs 
Those  heav'nly  voices  raise, 

cr        Ten  thousand  thousand  infant  tongues 
Unite  in  perfect  praise. 

3  Those  are  the  hymns  that  we  shall  know, 

If  Jesus  we  obey  ; 
That  is  the  place  where  we  shall  go, 
If  found  in  wisdom's  way. 

4  This  is  the  joy  we  ought  to  seek, 

And  make  our  chief  concern; 
For  this  we  come,  from  week  to  week, 
To  read,  and  hear,  and  learn. 

di    5  Soon  will  our  earthly  race  be  run, 
Our  mortal  frame  decay, 
Children  and  teachers,  one  by  one, 
Must  pass  from  earth  away. 

off  6  Great  God,  impress  the  serious  thought 
This  day  on  every  breast, 
That  both  the  teachers  and  the  taught 
May  enter  to  thy  rest. 

Jane  Taylor. 
A  Q^  C.  M.— Retirement. 

r*0  /  •  Praise  from  infant  lips.    Ps.  viii.  2. 

d      1  OUT  of  the  mouth  of  infancy, 
O  Lord,  perfect  thy  praise: 
And  let  each  heart,  inspir'd  by  thee, 
Its  early  incense  raise. 
vi    2  Then  shall  the  church  arise  and  sing, 
When  infant  lips  reveal 
The  love  of  Christ  our  gracious  King, 
And  at  his  footstool  kneeL 


438 


PARENTS  AND  CUILDRLN. 

d      'Z  When  they  with  gentle  accent  speak 

Of  thy  atoning  blood, 
ag       The  flinty  hearts  of  men  will  break, 

Their  souls  be  drawn  to  God. 
di     4  When  glad  hosannas  shall  ascend 

From  children's  feeble  voice, 
No  enemies  shall  dare  offend, 

Or  interrupt  the  joys. 
cr     5  When  shall  the  heav'nly  song  arise. 

Our  drooping  hearts  to  cheer? 
d  Stoop  down  in  mercy  from  the  skies, 

And  bring  salvation  near. 

/     6  The  wTork,  O  Lord,  is  wholly  thine  ; 
Begin  this  precious  hour, " 
And  let  the  Spirit  all  divine 
Exert  his  saving  power. 

Molha r's  If.  Bo*k. 

S.   M.— Watchman.     Shirland. 
Self-dedication  of  a  cnild. 

LORD,  I  would  come  to  thee, 
A  sinner  all  defil'd  ; 

0  take  the  stain  of  guilt  away. 
And  own  me  as  thy  child. 

1  cannot  live  in  sin, 
And  feel  a  Saviour's  love  : 

Thy  blood  can  make  my  spirit  clean. 

And  write  my  name  above. 
Among  thy  little  flock, 

I  need  the  Shepherd's  care ; 
Pour  waters  from  the  smitten  Rock, 

And  pastures  green  prepare. 

Blest  Shepherd,  I  am  thine  ; 

Still  keep  me  in  thy  fear : 
Now  fill  my  heart  with  grace  divine. 

Bring  thy  salvation  near. 

Mother's  H.  Book. 

8's. — Birmingham.     Solitude. 
Same  subject. 

1  OH  Jesus,  delight  of  my  soul, 

My  Saviour,  my  Shepherd  divine; 
I  yield  to  thy  blessed  control ; 
My  body  and  spirit  are  thine  : 


439 


HYMNS. 

Thy  love  I  can  never  deserve, 
That  bids  me  be  happy  in  thee; 

My  God  and  my  King  I  will  serve, 
Whose  favor  is  heaven  to  me. 

How  can  I  thy  goodness  repay, 

By  nature  so  weak  and  defil'd  ? 
Myself  I  have  given  away; 

O  call  me  thy  own  little  child : 
And  art  thou  my  Father  above  ? 

Will  Jesus  abide  in  my  heart  1 
O  bind  me  so  fast  with  thy  love, 

That  I  never  from  thee  shall  depart. 

Union  Minstit 


440. 


Stafford.     Bethesda. 
A  pious  child  in  the  house  of  God. 


d      1  THE  house  of  God  I  love, 

I  love  the  sacred  day, 
Its  moments  I'll  improve, 

To  learn  the  heav'nly  way  : 
The  way,  the  truth,  the  life,  I  see, 
Are  all  in  Christ  who  died  for  me. 

2  The  way  is  plain  to  those 

Who  will  repent  of  sin  ; 
The  blood  that  freely  flows, 

Can  cleanse  each  guilty  stain : 
No  merit  of  my  own  I  claim, 
My  trust  is  in  the  Saviour's  name. 

3  The  truth  I  would  believe, 

As  coming  from  the  Lord  ; 
O  help  me  to  receive, 

And  treasure  up  his  word  : 
That  word  can  save  the  ruin'd  soul, 
And  make  the  broken  spirit  whole. 

vi     4  The  life  of  grace  below, 

The  life  of  joy  above, 
O  Lord,  on  me  bestow, 

Unworthy  of  thy  love  : 
O  bid  me  live  this  precious  hour, 
And  ever  know  thy  saving  power ! 

Union  Minstrel. 


PARENTS  AM)  C1IILDRLN.  48 

A    4  "1  8's. — Birmingham.     Solitude. 

*~J$^K  L  •  A  pious  child's  soliloquy  at  church. 

d      1  HOW  sweet  is  the  Sabbath  to  me, 

The  day  when  the  Saviour  arose ; 
'Tis  heaven  his  beauties  to  see ; 

And  in  his  soft  arms  to  repose : 
He  knows  I  am  weak  and  defil'd, 

My  life  is  but  empty  and  vain : 
But  if  he  will  make  me  his  child, 

I'll  never  forsake  him  again. 

2  This  day  he  invites  us  to  come, 

How  kindly  he  bids  us  draw  near  ! 
He  offers  us  heaven  for  home. 

And  wipes  off  the  penitent  tear  : 
He  offers  to  pardon  our  sin, 

And  keep  us  from  every  snare, 
To  sprinkle  and  cleanse  us  within, 

And  show  us  his  tenderest  care. 

vi     3  I  cannot,  T  must  not  refuse; 

His  goodness  has  conquer'd  my  heart ; 
The  Lord  for  my  portion  I  choose, 

And  bid  all  my  folly  depart ; 
How  sweet  is  the  Sabbath  to  me, 

The  day  my  Redeemer  arose  ! 
'Tis  heaven  his  beauties  to  see, 

And  in  his  soft  arms  to  repose. 


Union  Min^trcL 


U2. 


C.  M. — Remembrance.     Fabius. 
Children's  eyening  hymn. 


1 1         1  NOW  condescend,  Almighty  King, 
To  bless  this  little  throng  j 
And  kindly  listen  while  we  sing 
Our  pleasant  evening  song. 

2  Brothers  and  sisters,  hand  in  hand, 

Our  lips  together  move  : 
Oh,  smile  upon  this  little  band, 
Unite  our  hearts  in  love. 

3  We  come  to  own  the  Pow'r  divine, 

That  watches  o'er  our  days: 
For  this  our  feeble  voices  join  j 
To  God  we  give  the  praise. 


490  HYMNS. 

di        4  May  we  in  safety  sleep  to  night, 
From  every  danger  free ; 
For,  Lord,  the  darkness  and  the  light 
Are  both  alike  to  thee. 

cr        5  And  when  the  rising  sun  displays 
His  cheering  beams  abroad  : 
Then  may  our  grateful  morning  lays 
Declare  the  love  of  God. 

Anon. 
A  A  Q  C.  M.  D.— Moravian.    Retirement. 

T^^fcO«  Children's  hosannas. 

» »     1  HOSANNAS  were  by  children  sung, 
When  Jesus  was  on  earth ; 
Then  surely  we  are  not  too  young, 
To  sound  his  praises  forth: 
cr        The  Lord  is  great,  the  Lord  is  good  ; 
He  feeds  us  from  his  store, 
With  earthly  and  with  heav'nly  food ; 
We'll  praise  him  evermore. 
di    2  And  when  to  him  young  children  came. 
He  took  them  in  his  arms  ; 
He  bless'd  them  in  his  Father's  name, 
And  spoke  with  heav'nly  charms  : 
cr        We  thank  him  for  his  gracious  word, 
We  thank  him  for  his  love; 
We'll  sing  the  praises  of  our  Lord, 
Who  reigns  in  heav'n  above. 
di    3  Before  he  left  this  world  of  wo, 
On  Calvary  he  died; 
His  blood  for  us  did  freely  flow, 
— pi        Forth  from  his  wounded  side  ; 
cr        O,  then  we'll  magnify  his  name, 
Who  groan'd  and  died  for  us  ; 
We'll  worship  the  atoning  Lamb, 
And  sing  the  bleeding  cross. 
4  He  rose  again  and  walk'd  abroad, 
And  many  saw  his  face  ; 
They  call'd  him  the  Incarnate  God, 
Redeemer  of  our  race  : 
f        He  rose  and  he  ascended  high  ; 
We'll  bow  to  his  command; 
His  glories  fill  the  earth  and  sky, 
He  sits  at  God's  right  hand. 

Nursery  Songs. 


444, 


ADMISSION  TO  TIIC  CHURCH.  491 

THE  ORDINANCES.* 


L.  N.—Rothicell.    Duke-street. 
Uniting  with  the  church. 


vi     1  OH  happy  day  that  fix'd  my  choice 
On  thee,  my  Saviour  and  my  God  ; 
Well  may  this  glowing  heart  rejoice, 
And  tell  its  raptures  all  abroad. 

3  Oh  happy  bond  that  seals  my  vows, 
To  him  who  claims  my  highest  love  ; 
Let  cheerful  anthems  fill  theliouse, 
While  to  his  altar  now  I  move. 

m     3  'Tis  done,  the  great  transaction's  done, 
I  am  my  Lord's,  and  he  is  mine ; 
He  drew  me,  and  I  follow'd  on, 
vi  Rejoic'd  to  own  the  call  divine. 

di  4  Now  rest,  my  long  divided  heart, 
Fix'd  on  this  blissful  centre  rest; 

cr        Here  have  I  found  a  nobler  part, 

Here,  heav'nly  pleasures  fill  my  breast. 

5  High  heav'n,  that  hears  the  solemn  vow, 
That  vow  renew'd  shall  constant  hear; 
Till  in  life's  latest  hour  I  bow, 
And  bless  in  death  a  bond  so  dear. 

Doddridge. 


C.  M.— St.  Ann's.     Barby. 
Uniting  with  the  church. 


445. 

vi     1  YE  men  and  angels,  witness  now, 
Before  the  Lord  we  speak  : 
To  him  we  make  our  solemn  vow, 
#         A  vow  we  dare  not  break, — 

2  That  long  as  life  itself  shall  last, 
Ourselves  to  Christ  we  yield  ; 
Nor  from  his  cause  will  we  depart, 
Or  ever  quit  the  field. 


*  See  Christ,  Gospel.  Revival.  Conviction  and  Conversion.  Ex- 
perimental, Parents  and  Children,  also  Psalm  116. 


«92  HYMNS. 

3  We  trust  not  in  our  native  strength, 
But  on  his  grace  rely  ; 
May  he  with  our  returning  wants, 
All  needful  aid  supply. 
aff  4  Oh,  guide  our  doubtful  feet  aright, 
And  keep  us  in  thy  ways ; 
And  while  we  turn  our  vows  to  prayers, 
Turn  thou  our  prayers  to  praise. 

Pratt's  Coll 
A    A  r*  L.  M.— Luton.    Rothwell 

t^tHU*  A  welcome  to  Christian  fellowship. 

d      1  COME  in,  thou  blessed  of  the  Lord, 
Oh  come  in  Jesus'  precious  name  ; 
We  welcome  thee  with  one  accord, 
And  trust  the  Saviour  docs  the  same. 

2  Those  joys  which  earth  cannot  afford, 

We'll  seek  in  fellowship  to  prove ; 
Join'd  in  one  spirit  to  our  Lord, 
Together  bound  by  mutual  love. 

3  And  while  we  pass  this  vale  of  tears, 

We'll  make  our  joys  and  sorrows  known; 
We'll  share  each  other's  hopes  and  fears, 

And  count  a  brother's  cares  our  own. 
cr    4  Once  more  our  welcome  we  repeat ; 

Receive  assurance  of  our  love  ; 
Oh,  may  we  altogether  meet 

Around  the  throne  of  God  above. 

Pratt'3  Coll 

A    A  ry  L.  m..— Duke-street.     Luton. 

4^4*  I  •    On  receiving  new  members  in  communion. 

d      1  MAY  those  who  have  thy  name  confess'd. 
Now  find  in  God  a  settled  rest, 
From  day  to  day  still  more  increase, 
In  faith,  and  love,  and  holiness. 

2  As  living  members  may  they  share 
The  joys  and  griefs  which  others  bear  ; 
And  active  in  their  stations  prove, 

In  all  the  offices  of  love. 

3  From  all  temptation  now  defend, 
And  keep  them  steadfast  to  the  end  ; 
While  in  thy  house  they  still  improve 
Till  call'd  to  join  the  church  above. 

Durham  Coil. 


448. 


ORDINANCES BAPTISM. 

C.  til.— Retirement. 
The  church  covenant. 


449 


1  WE  covenant  with  hand  and  heart, 
To  follow  Christ  our  Lord ; 

With  world,  and  self,  and  sin  to  part, 
And  to  obey  his  word : 

2  To  love  each  other  in  his  name, 
With  meek  sincerity ; 

And  under  cross,  reproach,  and  shame, 
His  grace  to  magnify. 

Moravian. 

C.  M. — Dunchurch.     Fabius. 
Baptism  of  infants.    Matt,  xix,  19. 

d      1  THY  life  I  read,  my  dearest  Lord, 
With  transport  all  divine  ; 
Thine  image  trace  in  every  word, 
Thy  love  in  every  line. 

2  Methinks  I  see  a  thousand  charms 

Spread  o'er  thy  lovely  face  ; 
When  infants  in  thy  tender  arms, 
Receive  thy  kind  embrace. 

3  We  bring  our  little  ones  to  thee, 

And  make  the  fond  request ; 
Let  them  be  thirfe  eternally, 
And  be  for  ever  blest. 

4  Their  feeble  frames  thy  pow'r  can  raise, 

And  mould  with  heav'nly  skill ; 
Can  give  them  tongues  to  sing  thy  praise, 
And  hands  to  do  thy  will. 

off  5  Oh,  take  our  offspring  to  thy  care, 
Fill  them  with  grace  divine ; 
Dear  Saviour  !  all  we  have  and  are 
Shall  be  for  ever  thine. 

Stennet. 

A  pZJT\  L.  M.—  Quito.     Uxbridge. 

^htJ\J»  Infant  baptism. 

c/  10  LORD,  encourag'd  by  thy  grace, 
We  bring  our  infant  to  thy  throne  ; 
Give  it  within  thy  heart  a  place, 
Let  it  be  thine,  and  thine  alone. 
42 


494  HYMNS. 

2  Remove  from  it  each  stain  of  guilt, 

And  let  this  child  be  sanctified  ; 
Lord,  thou  canst  cleanse  it,  if  thou  wilt 
And  all  its  native  evils  hide. 

3  We  ask  not  for  it,  earthly  bliss, 

Or  earthly  honors,  wealth  or  fame : 
The  sum  of  our  request  is  this — 
That  it  may  love  and  fear  thy  name. 

4  This  infant,  we  by  faith  commit 

To  thy  kind  love  and  guardian  care : 
We  lay  it  at  the  Saviour's  feet, 
dx  He  will  not  let  it  perish  there. 

Steele. 
A  £Z~\  C.  M.— Peterborough.    Remembrance. 

4rt/  JL  •  Children  brought  to  haptism. 

vi     1  SEE  Israel's  gentle  Shepherd  stand, 
With  all  engaging  charms : 
Hark,  how  he  calls  the  tender  lambs, 
And  folds  them  in  his  arms  ! 
dx    2  "  Permit  them  to  approach,"  he  cries, 
"  Nor  scorn  their  humble  name  ; 
For  e'en  to  bless  such  souls  as  these 
The  Lord  of  angels  came." 
cr    3  We  bring  them  now  with  thankful  hearts 
And  yield  them  up  to  thee  : 
Joyful  that  we  ourselves  are  thine  ; 
Thine  let  our  offspring  be. 
d     4  Ye  little  flock  with  pleasure  hear, 
Ye  children  seek  his  face  j 
And  fly  with  transport  to  receive 
The  blessings  of  his  grace. 

aff  5  If  orphans  they  are  left  behind, 
Thy  guardian  care  we  trust; 
Thy  care  shall  heal  our  bleeding  hearts, 
If  weeping  o'er  their  dust. 

Peacock  fy  Doddridge. 

A  ptQ)  CJ.  M.— Arlington. 

TtftJ/W*  Covenant  with  Abraham  claimed  by  Gentiles.  Gen.  Jtvii.  7 

Rom.  xv.  8.    Mark  x.  14. 

n     1  HOW  large  the  promise,  how  divine, 
To  Abra'm  and  his  seed  ! 
"  I'll  be  a  God  to  thee  and  thine, 
Supplying  every  need." 


ORDINANCES BAPTISM. 

2  This  promise  to  the  seed  he  loves, 

Through  ages  shall  endure: 
The  Angel  of  the  cov'nant  proves 
And  seals  the  blessing  sure. 

3  Jesus  the  ancient  faith  confirms 

To  our  great  father  giv'n  ; 
He  takes  young  children  in  his  arms, 
And  calls  them  heirs  of  heav'n. 

cr    4  Our  God,  how  faithful  are  his  ways  ! 
His  love  endures  the  same  ; 
Nor  from  the  promise  of  his  grace 
Blots  out  our  children's  name. 


453 


S.  M.—  Watchman. 
Baptismal  covenant. 

d      1  HOW  great  thy  mercies,  Lord  ! 
How  bounteous  is  thy  grace, 
Which  in  the  cov'nant  of  thy  love 
Includes  our  rising  race  ! 

2  The  promise,  how  divine, 

To  Abra'm  and  his  seed ! 
u  I'll  be  a  God  to  thee  and  thine, 
Supplying  every  need." 

3  These  children  of  our  care 

We  dedicate  to  God  : 
We  plead  the  promise  in  our  prayer ; 
We  plead  thy  precious  blood. 

4  Thy  goodness  we  adore, 

cr  We  sing  thy  matchless  grace — 

The  covenant  for  ever  sure, 
To  thy  believing  race. 

Salisbury  Coll 
C.  M. — Chester.     Retirement. 


454 


•  Children  devoted  to  God  in  baptism.    Gen.  xvii.  7,  10. 
Acts  xvi.  14,  15,  33. 


d      1  THUS  saith  the  mercy  of  the  Lord, 
"I'll  be  a  God  to  thee; 
I'll  bless  thy  num'rous  race,  and  they 
Shall  be  a  seed  for  me." 
» ?     2  Abra'm  believ'd  the  promis'd  grace, 
And  gave  his  son  to  God; 
But  water  seals  the  blessing  now, 
That  once  was  seal'd  with  blood. 


496  HYMNS. 

3  Thus  Lydia  sanctified  her  house, 

When  she  receiv'd  the  word; 
Thus  the  believing  jailor  gave 
His  household  to  the  Lord. 

4  Thus  later  saints,  eternal  King, 

Thy  covenant  embrace ; 
d         Our  infant  offspring  now  we  bring 
And  supplicate  thy  grace. 

A  KEC  L-  M. — Seasons.    Duke-street. 

*±OD*  Baptism. 

d      1  COME,  Holy  Ghost,  descend  from  high, 
Baptiser  of  our  spirits,  now 
The  sacramental  seal  apply, 
And  witness  the  parental  vow. 
2  Exert  thy  energy  divine, 

And  sprinkle  the  atoning  blood ; 
May  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit  join, 
To  seal  this  child,  a  child  of  God. 

Anon. 
A  £Cf*  S.  M.— Dover.     Watchman. 

^HtJ\J»  Benefits  of  communion. 

1  JESUS  invites  his  saints 

To  meet  around  his  board  ; 
d  Here,  pardon'd  rebels  sit  and  hold 

Communion  with  their  Lord. 
di        2  This  holy  bread  and  wine 

Maintain  our  fainting  breath  ; 
By  union  with  our  living  Lord, 
And  int'rest  in  his  death. 
cr        3  Our  heav'nly  Father  calls 

Christ  and  his  members  one  ; 
d  We,  the  dear  children  of  his  love, 

And  he  the  first  born  Son. 
4  Let  all  our  pow'rs  be  join'd, 
His  glorious  name  to  raise ; 
Let  love  divine  fill  ev'ry  breast, 
And  tune  the  heart  to  praise. 

A  p^Tf  L.  M.— Luton.     Rothwell. 

^fcty  I  •  Glory  in  the  cross  of  Christ. 

1  AT  thy  command,  O  gracious  Lord ! 
We  celebrate  thy  dying  feast ; 
Bless  the  provisions  of  thy  board, 
And  dwell  with  every  humble  guest 


ORDINANCES TCIE  LORD'S  SUPPER.  497 

2  Our  faith  adores  redeeming  love, 

And  trusts  for  life  in  one  that  died ; 
We  hope  for  heav'nly  crowns  above, 
Through  him  that  once  was  crucified. 

!  i     3  What  though  the  world  pronounce  it  shame, 
And  cast  their  scandals  on  thy  cause  ? 
We  come  to  boast  a  Saviour's  name, 
And  sing  the  triumphs  of  his  cross. 

vi     4  With  joy  we  tell  the  scoffing  age, 

"  He  that  was  dead  hath  left  his  tomb ; 
He  lives  above  their  utmost  rage, 
And  we  are  waiting  till  he  come  I" 

A  fQ  S'sand7's.     Peculiar.— Calvary. 

^*vO»  A  fountain  opened. 

aff  1  COME  to  Calv'ry's  holy  mountain, 

Sinners  ruin'd  by  the  fall ; 
Here  a  pure  and  healing  fountain, 

Flows  for  every  guilty  soul, 
In  a  full  perpetual  tide, 
Open'd  when  the  Saviour  died. 

2  Come  in  sorrow  and  contrition, 

Wounded,  impotent,  and  blind ; 
Here  the  guilty  seek  remission, 

Here  the  lost  a  refuge  find  ; 
Health,  this  fountain  will  restore, 
He  that  drinks,  shall  thirst  no  more. 

3  Come,  ye  dying,  live  for  ever ; 

'Tis  a  soul-reviving  flood  : 
God  is  faithful ;  he  will  never 

Break  his  cov'nant,  seal'd  in  blood, 
Sign'd  when  our  Redeemer  died, 
Seal'd  when  he  was  glorified. 

Montgomery 

Vs.    6  lines.  —  Mount  Calvary. 
Invitation  in  view  of  the  cross. 


459 


1  FROM  the  cross,  uplifted  high, 
Where  the  Saviour  deigns  to  die, 
What  melodious  sounds  we  hear, 
Bursting  on  the  ravish'd  ear  : 
"  Love's  redeeming  work  is  done  ; 
Come  and  welcome,  sinner,  come! 
42* 


498  HYMNS. 

aff  2  "  Sprinkled  now  with  blood,  the  throne, 

Why  beneath  thy  burdens  groan  ? 

On  my  pierced  body  laid, 

Justice  owns  the  ransom  paid  ; 
d         Bow  the  knee,  embrace  the  Son  . 

Come  and  welcome,  sinner,  come ! 

3  "  Spread  for  thee,  the  festal  board 
See  with  richest  dainties  stor'd  ; 
To  thy  Father's  bosom  press'd, 
Yet  again  a  child  confess'd  ; 
Never  from  his  house  to  roam, 
Come  and  welcome,  sinner,  come ! 

4  "Soon  the  days  of  life  shall  end, 

Lo  !  I  come  !  your  Saviour,  Friend  ; 

Safe  your  spirits  to  convey, 

To  the  realms  of  endless  day; 

Up  to  my  eternal  home, 

Come  and  welcome,  sinner,  come  !" 

Haxoe* 
I,.  M. — Dancen.     Seasons,    ex. 
•    The  Lord's  Supper  instituted.     1  Cor.  xi.  23. 

[1  'TWAS  on  that  dark,  that  doleful  night, 
When  pow'rs  of  earth  and  hell  arose, 
That  Christ  the  Son  of  God's  delight, 
Was  giv'n  by  treason  to  his  foes.] 

aff  2  Before  the  mournful  scene  began, 

He  took  the  bread  and  bless'd  and  brake, 
What  love  through  all  his  actions  ran  ! 
What  wondrous  words  of  grace  he  spake  I 

3  "  This  is  my  body  broke  for  sin; 
Receive  and  eat  the  living  food  :" 
Then  took  the  cup,  and  blest  the  wine ; 
"  'Tis  the  new  cov'nant  of  my  blood." 

[4  For  us  his  flesh  with  nails  was  torn, 
For  us  his  vital  blood  was  spilt ; 
He  felt  the  spear,  the  scourge,  the  thorn, 
And  died  t'  atone  fcr  all  our  guilt] 

[}  "  Do  this,"  he  cried,  "  l\U  time  shall  end, 
In  mem'ry  of  your  dying  Friend; 
Meet  at  my  table,  and  ri'cord 
The  love  of  your  departed  Lord." 


460 


ORDINANCES THE  LORD'S  SUPPER.  499 

6  Jesus,  thy  feast  we  celebrate, 

We  show  thy  death,  we  sing  thy  name, 
d  Till  thou  return,  and  we  shall  eat 

The  marriage  supper  of  the  Lamb. 


L.  M. — Seusons.     Uxbridge. 
Memorials  of  our  absent  Lord. 


461. 

[1  JESUS  is  gone  above  the  skies, 

Where  our  weak  senses  reach  him  not ; 
While  carnal  objects  meet  our  eyes, 

To  thrust  the  Saviour  from  our  thought. 

2  He  knows  what  wand'ring  hearts  we  have, 
Prone  to  forget  his  lovely  face  ; 
And  to  refresh  our  minds,  he  gave 
These  kind  memorials  of  his  grace.] 

d    3  The  Lord  of  life  this  table  spread, 

With  his  own  flesh  and  crimson  blood! 
We  on  the  rich  provision  feed, 
And  praise  the  bounty  of  our  God. 

4  Let  sinful  joys  be  all  forgot, 

And  earth's  enchantments  now  grow  dim 
vi       Christ  and  his  love  fill  every  thought, 
And  faith  and  hope  be  fix'd  on  Him. 

di  5  While  he  is  absent  from  our  sight, 
'Tis  to  prepare  our  souls  a  place, 

cr       That  we  may  dwell  in  heav'nly  light. 
And  live  for  ever  near  his  face. 

A  £}£)  L-  M.— Repose.     Vernon. 

4bO/W«  Bleeding  love  of  Christ. 

aff   1  THE  Lord,  the  Saviour  ;  yes,  'tis  he, 
I  know  him  by  the  smiles  he  wears ; 
The  glorious  Lord  that  died  for  me, 
Mid  groans,  and  agonies,  and  tears. 

2  'Tis  he  prepares  this  sacred  feast, 

Fruit  of  the  sharpest  pangs  he  bore  ; 
Jesus  appears  the  great  High-Priest ! 
I  see  his  wounds  and  1  adore. 

3  'Twas  his  own  love  that  made  him  bleed, 

That  held  him  on  th'  accursed  tree  ; 
'Twas  his  own  love,  this  table  spread, 
For  such  unworthy  worms  as  we. 


600  HYMNS. 

d      4  We  celebrate  this  grace  divine, 

While  sweet  provisions  crown  his  board  j 
We  taste  the  sacred  bread  and  wine. 
And  feed  by  faith  upon  the  Lord. 


463. 


C.  M  —  Chester.    Retirement. 
Comforts  at  the  sacred  communion. 


d      1  LORD,  how  divine  thy  comforts  are ! 
How  heav'nly  is  the  place, 
Where  Jesus  spreads  the  sacred  feast, 
Of  his  redeeming  grace  ! 

2  There  the  rich  bounties  of  our  God 
With  every  thought  combine  ; 
While  Jesus  whispers,  "I  am  his, 
And  my  beloved  mine." 

cr    3  What  shall  we  render  to  our  King 
For  love  so  vast  and  free  ? 
Lord,  teach  our  stamm'ring  lips  to  sing, 
Our  hearts  to  worship  thee. 

4  To  him  that  wash'd  us  in  his  blood 
Be  everlasting  praise ; 
Salvation,  honor,  glory,  power, 
Eternal  as  his  grace. 

A  f*  A  L.  M.— Repose.     Quito. 

tp  vJfH*  Christ  crucified,  the  wisdom  and  power  of  God. 

¥  f     1  NATURE  with  open  volume  stands 

To  spread  her  Maker's  praise  abroad : 
And  every  labor  of  his  hands 
Shows  something  worthy  of  a  God. 

2  But  in  the  grace  that  rescu'd  man, 
The  brightest  rays  of  glory  shine; 
Here  faith  beholds  the  Victim  slain 
And  owns  the  ransom  all  divine. 

d      3  O  the  sweet  wonders  of  the  cross, 

Where  Jesus  bow'd  his  head  and  died  , 
Her  noblest  life  my  spirit  draws, 
From  the  dear  Saviour's  bleeding  side 

cr    4  I  would  for  ever  speak  his  name, 

In  sounds  to  mortal  ears  unknown  ; 
With  angels  join  to  praise  the  Lamb, 
And  worship  at  his  Father's  throne. 


ORDINANCES THE  LORD'S  SUPPER.  601 

A  £»/T  C.  yi.—Tunbridge.     Chester. 

^r\Jt/«  A  fountain  opened. 

off  1  THERE  is  a  fountain  fill'd  with  blood 
Drawn  from  Immanuel's  veins; 
And  sinners  plung'd  beneath  that  flood, 
Lose  all  their  guilty  stains. 

2  E'er  since  by  faith  I  saw  the  stream 
Thy  flowing  wounds  supply, 
Redeeming  love  has  been  my  theme, 
And  shall  be,  till  I  die. 

d      3  Then  in  a  nobler,  sweeter  song, 
I'll  sing  thy  power  to  save, 
When  this  poor,  lisping,  falt'ring  tongue 
— p  Lies  silent  in  the  grave. 

e.r    4  Dear  dying  Lamb  !  thy  precious  blood 
Shall  never  lose  its  power, 
Till  all  the  ransom'd  church  of  God 
Be  sav'd  to  sin  no  more. 

Cotcper 

S.  M.—  Clapton. 
Christ  unseen,  yet  loved.     1  Pet.  1.  8. 

vi     1  NOT  with  our  mortal  eyes, 
Have  we  beheld  the  Lord : 
Yet  we  rejoice  to  hear  his  name. 
And  love  him  in  his  word. 

2  On  earth  we  want  the  sight 
Of  our  Redeemer's  face; 
Yet,  Lord,  our  inmost  thoughts  delight 
To  dwell  upon  thy  grace. 

d      3  And  when  we  taste  thy  love, 

Our  joys  divinely  grow, 
cr        Unspeakable,  like  those  above  ; 

And  heaven  begins  below. 


466 


467. 


C.  M. — Dundee.     Colchester. 
Thanks  for  the  Bread  of  life.    John  vi.  31. 

LET  us  adore  th'  Eternal  Word, 
Who  now  our  souls  hath  fed, 

Thou  art  the  living  stream,  O  Lord, 
And  thou  th'  immortal  bread. 


HYMNS. 

2  Blessed  be  He  that  gives  his  flesh 

To  nourish  dying  men  ; 
And  often  spreads  his  board  afresh, 
Lest  they  should  faint  again. 

3  Our  souls  shall  draw  their  heav'nly  breath. 

Amid  such  rich  supplies, 
Nor  shall  our  graces  sink  to  death* 
For  Jesus  never  dies. 


468, 


7's.    6  lines. — Rock  of  Ages.    Mount  Calvary. 
Sacramental  emblems. 

1  BREAD  of  heav'n,  on  thee  I  feed, 
For  thy  flesh  is  meat  indeed ; 
Ever  may  my  soul  be  fed, 

With  the  true  and  living  bread : 
Day  by  day  with  strength  supplied, 
Through  the  life  of  him  that  died. 

2  Vine  of  heav'n,  thy  blood  supplies 
This  blest  cup  of  sacrifice; 

'Tis  thy  wounds,  my  healing  give 
To  thy  cross  I  look  and  live: 
Thou,  my  life  !  O  let  me  be 
Rooted,  grounded,  built  on  thee. 


Gems. 


469, 


L.  M. — Luton,     ex.    Repose. 
A  sight  of  the  cross. 


1  WHEN  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross 

On  which  the  Prince  of  glory  died, 
My  richest  gain  I  count  but  loss, 
ag  And  pour  contempt  on  all  my  pride. 

2  Forbid  it,  Lord,  that  I  should  boast, 

Save  in  the  death  of  Christ  my  God ; 
All  the  vain  things  that  charm  me  most, 
I  sacrifice  them  to  thy  blood. 

off   3  See  from  his  head,  his  hands,  his  feet, 
Sorrow  and  love  flow  mingled  down; 
Did  e'er  such  love  and  sorrow  meet, 
Or  thorns  compose  so  rich  a  crown? 

[4  His  dying  crimson,  like  a  robe, 

Spreads  o'er  his  body  on  the  tree; 
di        Then  am  I  dead  to  all  the  globe, 

And  all  the  globe  is  dead  to  me."] 


ORDINANCES THE  LORD'S  SUPPER.  503 

5  Were  the  whole  realm  of  nature  mine, 
That  were  an  off'ring  far  too  small : 
Love  so  amazing,  so  divine, 
Demands  my  soul,  my  life,  my  all. 


470. 


C.  M. — Dunchurch.     Barby. 
The  new  covenant. 


d      ]  "  THE  promise  of  my  Father's  love, 
Shall  stand  for  ever  good :" 
He  said ;  and  gave  his  soul  to  death, 
And  seal'd  it  with  his  blood. 

2  To  this  dear  cov'nant  of  thy  word, 

I  set  my  worthless  name ; 
I  seal  th'  engagement  to  my  Lord, 
And  make  my  humble  claim. 

3  I  call  that  legacy  my  own, 

Which  Jesus  did  bequeath  ; 
'Twas  purchas'd  with  a  dying  groan, 
And  ratified  in  death. 

cr    4  Thy  light,  and  strength,  and  pard'ning  grace, 
And  righteousness  are  mine : 
My  life,  and  soul,  and  heart,  and  flesh, 
And  all  my  powers  are  thine. 

A  T 1  C'  ^■—Retirement-     Colchester. 

tt  •   JL  •  The  promises  are  sure. 

m     1  BEGIN,  my  tongue,  some  heav'nly  theme, 
And  speak  some  boundless  thing: 
The  mighty  works,  or  mightier  name. 
Of  our  eternal  King. 

2  Tell  of  his  wondrous  faithfulness, 

And  sound  his  pow'r  abroad ; 
Sing  of  the  glory  and  the  grace 
Of  our  Redeemer  God. 

3  Proclaim,  "  Salvation  from  the  Lord, 

For  wretched,  dying  men  ;" 
His  hand  has  writ  the  sacred  word 
With  an  immortal  pen. 

4  Engrav'd  as  in  eternal  brass. 

Each  promise  ever  shines, 
Nor  can  the  powers  of  darkness  raze 
Those  everlasting  lines. 


504  HYMNS. 

5  His  word  of  grace  is  sure  and  strong, 

As  that  which  built  the  skies : 
The  voice  that  rolls  the  stars  along 
Speaks  all  the  promises. 

6  Oh,  might  I  hear  his  heav'nly  tongue 
p  But  whisper,  "  Thou  art  mine;" 

cr        The  gentle  words  should  raise  my  song, 
To  strains  almost  divine. 

yjWQ         8's  and  7's.— Dismission.     Parting  Soul. 
^xl  I  &•  Sitting  by  the  cross. 

d      1  SWEET  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing, 
Which  before  the  cross  I  spend ; 
Life,  and  health,  and  peace  possessing, 
From  the  sinner's  dying  Friend. 

aff  2  Love  and  grief  my  heart  dividing, 
With  my  tears  his  feet  I'll  bathe : 
Still  in  faith  and  hope  abiding, 
Life  deriving  from  his  death. 

3  O  how  blessed  is  the  station ! 
di  Low  before  the  cross  I'll  lie, 

While  I  see  divine  compassion 
Pleading  in  the  Victim's  eye. 

d      4  Here  I'll  sit,  for  ever  viewing, 

Mercy  streaming  in  his  blood; 
Precious  drops,  my  soul  bedewing, 
Plead  and  claim  my  peace  with  God. 

Robin-iyn. 
C.  M.-Burford. 
Bleeding  Love. 

d      1  HOW  condescending  and  how  kind, 
Was  God's  eternal  Son ; 
Our  mis'ry  reach'd  his  heav'nly  mind, 
And  pity  brought  him  down. 

ag    2  When  Justice,  arm'd  by  all  our  guilt, 
Drew  forth  its  dreadful  sword ; 
For  us  his  precious  blood  was  spilt, 
Without  a  murmuring  word. 

aff  3  He  sunk  beneath  our  heavy  woes 
To  raise  us  to  his  throne  : 
There's  ne'er  a  gift  his  hand  bestows 
But  cost  his  heart  a  groan. 


473 


474. 


ORDINANCES THE  LORD'S  SUPPER.  506 

This  was  compassion  like  a  God, 

That,  when  the  Saviour  knew 
The  price  of  pardon  was  his  blood, 

His  pity  ne'er  withdrew. 

Here  let  our  hearts  together  melt, 

While  we  his  death  record, 
And  with  our  joy  for  pardon'd  guilt, 

Mourn  that  we  pierc'd  the  Lord. 

C.  M.—  Windsor.     The  Cross. 
A  look  from  the  Cross. 


off  \  \  SAW  One  hanging  on  a  tree, 
In  agony  and  blood, 
Who  fix'd  his  languid  eyes  on  me, 
As  near  the  cross  I  stood. 

2  Sure  never  till  my  latest  breath, 
Can  I  forget  that  look : 
It  seem'd  to  charge  me  with  his  death, 
Though  not  a  word  he  spoke. 

ag    3  Alas  !  I  knew  not  what  I  did  ; 
But  all  my  tears  were  vain ; 
Where  could  my  trembling  soul  be  hid, 
— p  For  I  the  Lord  had  slain ! 

d      4  A  second  look  he  gave,  which  said 
"  I  freely  all  forgive ; 
This  blood  is  for  thy  ransom  paid, 
I  die  that  thou  may'st  live. 

5  "  Thus  while  my  death  thy  sin  displays, 
In  all  its  blackest  hue ; 
Such  is  the  mystery  of  grace, 
It  seals  thy  pardon  too." 

Newton. 
A  1"?  E  B.  M.— St.  Giles     Psalm  25. 

~rl  I  tJ  •  Dead  to  sin  by  the  cross  of  Christ.    Rom.  vi.  1,  2,  6. 

aff  1  SHALL  we  go  on  to  sin, 

Because  thy  grace  abounds; 
Or  crucify  the  Lord  aga.n. 
And  open  all  his  wounds  ? 

2  Forbid  it,  mighty  God  ; 
Nor  let  it  e'er  be  said, 
That  we  whose  sins  are  crucified' 
Should  raise  them  from  the  dead. 
43 


476. 


50G  HYMNS 

3  We  will  be  slaves  no  more, 

Since  Christ  has  made  us  free  ; 
Has  nail'd  our  tyrants  to  his  cross, 
And  bought  our  liberty. 

L.  M.     Double.—  Vienna.     "  Fast  flow,"  8fc. 
Contrition  in  view  of  the  Cross. 

aff  1  FAST  flow  my  tears,  the  cause  is  great, 
This  tribute  claims  an  injur'd  Friend ; 
One  whom  I  long  pursu'd  with  hate, 
While  he  would  love  me  to  the  end  ! 
ag       When  justice  frown'd  above  my  head, 
And  death  its  terrors  round  me  spread, 
He  interposed  the  wounds  he  bore, 
di        And  bade  me  live  to  die  no  more. 

aff  2  Fast  flow  my  tears,  yet  faster  flow, 

Streams  copious  as  yon  purple  tide : 
Who  was  it  gave  the  deadly  blow  ? 
Who  urg'd  the  hand  that  pierced  his  side? 
ag       My  soul,  thy  Victim  here  behold, 
What  pangs,  what  agonies  untold, 
While  justice,  arm'd  with  pow'r  divine, 
Pours  on  his  head  what's  due  to  thine ! 

aff  3  Fast  and  yet  faster  flow  my  tears, 

Now  break  this  heart  and  drown  these  eyes. 

His  visage  marr'd,  tow'rd  heav'n  he  re  ars, 
— p         And  pleading  for  his  murd'rers,  dies  ! 
ex       My  grief  no  measure  knows,  nor  end, 

Till  he  appears  the  sinner's  Friend, 
— d  And  gives  me  in  some  happy  hour, 
cr         To  feel  the  risen  Saviour's  pow'r. 

H.K.  Write. 

A  ^f^f  ^'3'    ^  lines. — Mount  Calrary. 

4r  I    #  e  Repentance  at  the  Cross  of  Christ. 

aff   1  HEARTS  of  stone,  relent,  relent, 
Break,  by  Jesus'  cross  subdu'd, 
See  his  bodv  mangled,  rent, 
Cover'd  with  a  gore  of  blood  ; 
ag        Sinful  soul,  what  hast  thou  done, 
Crucified  th'  Eternal  Son ! 
2  Yes,  thy  sins  have  done  the  deed, 

Driv'n  the  nails  that  fix'd  him  there, 
Crown'd  with  thorns  his  sacred  head, 
Plung'd  into  his  side  the  spear, 


ORDINANCES.  .  .  .  THE  LORD 'S  SUPPER.  507 

Made  his  soul  a  sacrifice, 
While  for  sinful  man  he  dies. 

off  3  Wilt  thou  let  him  bleed  in  vain  ? 
Still  to  death  thy  Lord  pursue  ? 
Open  all  his  wounds  again? 

And  the  shameful  cross  renew  ? 
No  ;  with  all  my  sins  I'll  part, 
ag       Break,  O  break,  my  bleeding  heart. 

Har.  Sacra. 
A  ^Q  L.  M. — Vernon.     Daricen. 

T<  I  \D»  Salvation  at  the  Bleeding  Cross. 

off  1  HERE  at  thy  cross,  Incarnate  God  ! 
I  lay  my  soul  beneath  thy  love  ; 
Beneath  the  droppings  of  thy  blood, 
Nor  let  me  from  thy  feet  remove. 

2  Should  worlds  conspire  to  drive  me  hence, 
ag  Moveless  and  firm  this  heart  should  lie  ; 

Resolv'd,  for  'tis  my  last  defence, 
If  I  must  perish,  here  to  die. 

off  3  But  speak,  O  Lord,  and  calm  my  fear, 
Am  I  not  safe  beneath  thy  shade? 
The  vengeance  will  not  reach  me  here. 
Nor  Satan  dare  my  soul  invade. 

di    4  Yes,  J'm  secure  beneath  thy  blood, 

And  all  my  foes  shall  lose  their  aim ; 
cr        Hosanna  to  my  Saviour  God, 
/  And  loudest  praises  to  his  name. 


479. 


8:s  and  7's. — Aberdeen. 
Love  Divine. 


1  LOVE  divine,  all  love  excelling, 

Joy  of  heav'n  to  earth  come  down ! 
Fix  in  us  thy  humble  dwelling, 

All  thy  faithful  mercies  crown : 
Jesus,  thou  art  all  compassion, 

Pure,  unbounded  love  thou  art ; 
Visit  us  with  thy  salvation, 

Enter  every  trembling  heart. 

2  Breathe,  O  breathe  thy  loving  Spirit, 

Into  every  troubled  breast ; 
Let  us  all  thy  grace  inherit, 
Let  us  find  thy  promis'd  rest- 


608  HYMNS. 

cr        Take  away  the  love  of  sinning, 
Take  our  load  of  guilt  away; 
End  the  work  of  thy  beginning, 
Bring  us  to  eternal  day. 

3  Carry  on  thy  new  creation, 

Pure  and  holy  may  we  be ; 
Let  us  see  our  whole  salvation, 

Perfectly  secur'd  by  thee  : 
Change  from  glory  into  glory, 

Till  in  heav'n  we  take  our  place; 
Till  we  cast  our  crowns  before  thee, 

Lost  in  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 

Anon. 


480. 


7's  and  6's. — Kingswood. 
Pleading  by  the  Cross. 


nff       ]  LAMB  of  God,  whose  bleeding  love, 

We  now  recall  to  mind; 
Send  the  answer  from  above, 

And  let  us  mercy  find : 
Think  on  us  who  think  on  thee  ; 

Every  burden'd  soul  release ; 
O  remember  Calvary, 

And  bid  us  go  in  peace. 

2  Through  thy  blood  by  faith  applied, 

Let  us  thy  pardon  feel ; 
Speak  us  freely  justified, 

And  all  our  sickness  heal : 
By  thy  passion  on  the  tree, 

Let  our  griefs  and  troubles  cease 
O  remember  Calvary, 

And  bid  us  go  in  peace. 

3  Can  we  ever  hence  depart 

Till  thou  our  wants  relieve  ? 
Write  forgiveness  on  our  heart, 

And  all  thine  image  give: 
Still  our  souls  shall  cry  to  thee, 

Till  renew'd  by  holiness ; 
O  remember  Calvary, 

And  bid  us  go  in  peace. 

Anon. 


481 


ORDINANCES.  .  . .  THE  LORD'S  SUPPER.  509 

7's  and  5*s.    Peculiar. — Aahfield. 

Scene  of  the  Cross. 


aff       10  SACRED  Head  once  wounded, 

With  grief  and  pain  weigh'd  down  ! 
How  scornfully  surrounded, 

"With  thorns  thy  only  crown  : 
O  Sacred  Head,  what  glory, 

What  bliss  till  now  was  thine  ! 
Yet,  though  despised  and  gory, 

I  joy  to  call  thee  mine. 

2  How  art  thou  pale  with  anguish, 

With  sore  abuse  and  scorn ! 
How  does  that  visage  languish, 

Which  once  was  bright  as  morn  ! 
Thy  grief,  and  thy  compassion, 

Were  all  for  sinners'  gain ; 
Mine,  mine  was  the  transgression, 

But  thine  the  deadly  pain. 

vi        3  What  language  shall  I  borrow, 

To  praise  thee,  heav'nly  Friend: 
For  this,  thy  dying  sorrow, 

Thy  pity  without  end  ? 
Lord,  make  me  thine  for  ever, 
Nor  let  me  faithless  prove  ; 
ag  O  let  me  never,  never, 

Abuse  such  dying  love. 

off      4  Forbid  that  I  should  leave  thee  ; 

O  Jesus,  leave  not  me  ; 
By  faith  I  would  receive  thee  ; 

Thy  blood  can  make  me  free: 
When  strength  and  comfort  languish, 

And  I  must  hence  depart: 
Release  me  then  from  anguish, 

By  thine  own  wounded  heart 

Imitated  from  tfie  German. 

8's  and  7's.—  Aberdeen.     Dismission,     ex. 
<^>»  Redeeming  Love. 

1  COME,  thou  fount  of  every  blessing, 
Tune  my  heart  to  grateful  lays ; 
Streams  of  mercy  never  ceasing, 
Call  for  songs  of  loudest  praise. 
43* 


482 


610  HYMNS. 

2  Teach  me  some  melodious  measure. 
Sung  by  raptur'd  saints  above  ; 
Fill  my  soul  with  sacred  pleasure, 
While  I  sing  redeeming  love. 

di    3  Jesus  sought  me  when  a  stranger, 
Wand'ring  from  the  fold  of  God  ; 
He,  to  save  my  soul  from  danger, 
Interpos'd  with  precious  blood. 

cr     4  Oh,  to  grace  how  great  a  debtor, 
Daily  I'm  constrained  to  be  : 
Let  thy  grace,  Lord,  like  a  fetter, 
Bind  my  wand'ring  heart  to  thee. 

p      5  Prone  to  wander,  Lord  I  feel  it ; 
Prone  to  leave  the  God  I  love ; 
Here's  my  heart,  oh  take  and  seal  it, 
Seal  it  from  thy  courts  above. 

Robinaon. 

yjQQ  L-  M.— Derby.    Dartccn. 

ZhO  ij  •  Love  of  Christ. 

H      II  WAS  a  traitor  doom'd  to  die, 
Bound  to  endure  eternal  pains, 
When  Jesus  saw  me  from  on  high, 
Assum'd  my  place,  and  took  my  chains. 

off  2  Did  melting  pity  stoop  so  low  ? 

The  Lord  from  heav'n  pour  out  his  blood. 
To  save  our  ruin'd  race  from  wo, 
And  be  our  advocate  with  God  ? 

met  3  Infinite  mercy  !  boundless  love ! 

Stand  in  amaze,  ye  rolling  skies  ; 
The  Son  of  God,  his  grace  to  prove, 
Hangs  on  a  cross,  and  groans  and  dies ! 

A  O  A  L.  M. — Darwen.     Vernon. 

T^O  Ji  Christ's  Passion. 

off  1  BROUGHT  forth  to  judgment,  Jesus  stands, 
Arraign'd,  condemn'd  at  Pilate's  bar  : 
Here  spurn'd  by  fierce  Praetorian  bands, 
There  mock'd  by  Herod's  men  of  war. 

2  He  bears  their  buffeting  and  scorn, 
Mock  homage  of  the  lip,  the  knee ; 
The  purple  robe,  the  crown  of  thorn, 
The  scourge,  the  nail,  th'  accursed  tree. 


ORDINANCES.  .  .  .  THE  LORDS  SUPPER.  611 

d     3  No  guile  within  his  mouth  is  found, 

He  neither  threatens,  nor  complains  ; 
Meek  as  a  lamb  for  slaughter  bound, 
Dumb  mid  his  murd'rers,  he  remains. 

ex  4  But  hark,  he  prays  !  'tis  for  his  foes, 

He  speaks— 'tis  comfort  to  his  friends  ; 
cr       Answers — and  paradise  bestows  ; 
— p        He  bows  his  head,  the  conflict  ends. 

ag  5  Truly  this  was  the  Son  of  God  ! 

Though  as  a  servant  in  disguise ; 

And  bruised  beneath  the  Father's  rod, 

Not  for  himself— for  man  he  dies. 

Montgomery, 
AQfZ  L.  M.—Rothicell.     Duke-street. 

4rO*_/»  Day  of  espousals.     Sol.Songsiii.il. 

ri     1  JESUS,  thou  everlasting  King, 

Accept  the  tribute  which  we  bring ; 
Accept  the  well  deserv'd  renown, 
And  wear  our  praises  as  thy  crown. 

2  Let  every  act  of  worship  be, 

d  Like  our  espousals,  Lord,  to  thee  ; 

Like  the  blest  hour  when  from  above, 
We  first  received  the  pledge  of  love. 

3  The  gladness  of  that  happy  day  ! 
off       O  may  it  never  pass  away  ; 

Nor  let  our  faith  forsake  its  hold, 

Nor  comforts  sink,  nor  love  grow  cold. 

4  And  may  each  moment  as  it  flies, 

cr  Increase  thy  praise,  improve  our  joys, 
Till  we  in  heav'n  shall  sing  thy  name, 
And  taste  the  supper  of  the  Lamb. 


486 


C.  M.—  Bradford.     Chester. 
The  guests  of  the  gospel  feast.     Luke  xiv.  17. 

1  HOW  sweet  and  awful  is  the  place, 

With  Christ  within  the  doors  3 
While  everlasting  love  displays 
The  choicest  of  her  stores. 

2  While  all  our  hearts,  with  joyful  song, 

Join  to  admire  the  feast ; 
Each  of  us  cries  with  thankful  tongue, 
"  Lord,  why  was  I  a  guest? 


512  HYMNS. 

3  "Why  was  I  made  to  hear  thy  voice, 

And  enter  while  there's  room  ? 
While  thousands  make  a  wretched  choice, 
And  rather  starve  than  come  ?" 

4  'Twas  the  same  love  which  spread  the  feast, 

That  sweetly  drew  us  in  : 
Else  we  had  still  refused  to  taste, 
And  perish'd  in  our  sin. 

off   5  Pity  the  nations,  O  our  God  ! 

Constrain  the  earth  to  come  : 
Send  thy  victorious  word  abroad, 
And  bring  the  strangers  home. 

6  We  long  to  see  thy  churches  full, 
That  all  the  chosen  race, 
May  with  one  voice,  and  heart,  and  soul, 
Sing  thy  redeeming  grace. 


487. 


L.  M  — Luton,    ex.     Repose. 
Love  to  the  Saviour. 


vi   1  OF  all  the  joys  we  mortals  know, 

Jesus,  thy  love  must  stand  confess'd, 
The  brightest  blessing  here  below, 
The  highest  rapture  of  the  blest. 

d    2  While  we  are  held  in  thy  embrace, 

There's  not  a  thought  attempts  to  rove, 
Each  smile  that  lives  upon  thy  face, 
Fixes  and  charms  the  heart  to  love. 

qff"3  When  of  thine  absence  we  complain, 

And  long,  and  wish,  and  humbly  pray ; 
There's  a  strange  pleasure  in  the  pain, 
Those  tears  are  sweet  that  mourn  thy  stay. 

4  When  round  thy  courts  by  day  we  move, 

Or  ask  the  watchmen  of  the  night, 
For  some  kind  tidings  from  above, 
Thy  very  name  creates  delight. 

5  Jesus,  again  in  mercy  come, 

Our  eyes  would  dwell  upon  thy  face, 
vi       'Tis  heav'n  to  see  our  Lord  at  home, 
And  feel  the  presence  of  his  grace 


488. 


ORDINANCES THE  LORD'S  SUPPER.  513 

C.  M.— Chester.     Retirement. 
Love  to  Christ. 

d      3   THE  Saviour  !  O  what  endless  charms 
Dwell  in  the  blissful  sound  ! 
Its  influ'nee  every  fear  disarms, 
And  spreads  sweet  peace  around! 

2  Here,  pardon,  life,  and  joys  divine, 
In  rich  effusion  flow, 
For  guilty  rebels  lost  in  sin, 
And  doom'd  to  endless  wo. 

di    3  Wrapp'd  in  the  gloom  of  dark  despair, 

We  helpless,  hopeless,  lay, 
cr        Till  Sovereign  mercy  reach'd  us  there, 
d  And  smil'd  despair  away. 

ex    4  Oh  !  the  rich  depths  of  love  divine, 

Of  bliss  a  boundless  store ! 
d         Dear  Saviour,  let  me  call  thee  mine, 

I  cannot  wish  for  more. 

5  On  thee  alone  my  hope  relies, 
Beneath  thy  cross  I  fall ! 
My  Lord,  my  life,  my  sacrifice, 
My  Saviour,  and  my  all. 


Steele. 


489. 


H.  M.— Stafford.     Haddam. 
The  Cross  celebrated. 


vi.f  1  YE  saints  your  music  bring, 

And  swell  the  rapt'rous  sound ; 
Strike  every  trembling  string, 

Till  earth  and  heav'n  resound  ; 
The  triumphs  of  the  cross  we  sing, 
Awake,  ye  saints,  each  joyful  string. 

2  The  cross,  the  cross  alone, 
Subdu'd  the  pow'rs  of  hell: 
Like  light'ning  from  his  throne, 
The  prince  of  darkness  fell: 
The  triumphs,  &c. 

di     3  The  hand  of  wrath  is  stay'd, 
In  its  pursuit  of  blood  ; 
The  cross  our  debt  has  paid. 
And  made  our  peace  with  God : 
cr        The  triumphs,  &c. 


514  HYMNS. 

di     4  The  cross  hath  power  to  save, 
From  all  the  foes  that  rise  : 
The  cross  hath  made  the  grave 
A  passage  to  the  skies : 
cr        Angels  and  saints,  its  pow'r  shall  sing, 
Till  heaven's  eternal  arches  ring. 

Reed. 


MONTHLY  CONCERT.* 


>j  A  A  L.  M.— Park-street.     Luton. 

^r«vv/»  For  a  concert  of  prayer. 

pil  SOVEREIGN  of  worlds  !  display  thy  pow'r 
Be  this  thy  Zion's  favour'd  hour : 
Bid  the  bright  morning  star  arise, 
And  point  the  nations  to  the  skies. 

2  Set  up  thy  throne  where  Satan  reigns  ; 
On  Afric's  shore,  on  India's  plains : 
On  heathen  wilds,  on  lands  unknown, 
And  take  the  nations  for  thy  own. 

H  3  Speak  !  and  the  world  shall  hear  thy  voice, 
Speak  !  and  the  desert  shall  rejoice  ; 
Scatter  the  gloom  of  heathen  night ; 
And  bid  all  nations  hail  the  light. 

Pratt's  Coll. 


491 


L.  M. — Rothwell.     Luther's  Hymn. 
"  Thy  kingdom  come." 


tMl  ASCEND  thy  throne,  Almighty  King, 
And  spread  thy  glories  all  abroad  ; 
Let  thy  own  arm,  salvation  bring, 
And  be  thou  known  the  gracious  God. 

2  Let  millions  bow  before  thy  seat, 

Let  humble  mourners  seek  thy  face ; 
Bring-  daring  rebels  to  thy  feet, 
Subdu'd  by  thy  victorious  grace. 

*  See  Holy  Spirit,  Ministers,  Missionaries,  Benevolent  Socib- 
Tins,  also  Psalms  67,  752,  98,  99,  102,  110,  117,  132,  137,  <tc. 


MONTHLY  CONCERT.  51! 

cr3  O  let  the  kingdoms  of  the  world 

Become  the  kingdoms  of  the  Lord. 

f      High  let  thy  banner  be  nnfuiTd, 

Be  thou  through  heav'n  and  earth  ador'tL 

Beddome. 
a  C\Q\  L.  M.— Repose.     Seasons. 

*-h*J/£>»  Spread  of  the  gospel. 

1  THY  people.  Lord,  who  trust  thy  word. 

And  wait  the  smilings  of  thy  face, 
Assemble  round  thy  mercy  seat, 
And  plead  the  promise  of  thy  grace. 

2  Hast  thou  not  said  thine  only  Son 

Shall  be  a  light  to  gentile  lands, 
To  open  the  benighted  eyes, 

And  loose  the  wretched  pris'ners'  bands  ? 

3  From  land  to  land,  from  sea  to  sea, 

That  his  dominion  shall  extend? 
That  every  tongue  shall  call  him  Lord, 
And  every  knee  before  him  bend  ? 

vi 4  Now  let  the  happy  time  appear, 
The  time  to  favor  Zion  come; 


Send  forth  thy  heralds  far  and  near, 
And  call  the  wand'ring  exiles  home. 


Yoke. 


^jQQ  L.  M.— Seasons,    ex 

~r  t/  O  •  Prayer  for  the  spread  of  the  gospel. 

d    1  JESUS,  we  bow  before  thy  throne, 
We  lift  our  eyes  to  seek  thy  face  : 
To  bleeding  hearts  thy  love  make  known, 
On  contrite  souls  bestow  thy  grace. 

aff2  See  spread  beneath  thy  gracious  eye, 

A  world  o'erwhelm'd  in  guilt  and  tears  j 
Where  deathless  souls  in  ruin  lie, 

And  no  kind  voice  dispels  their  fears. 
ag3  Lord,  arm  thy  truth  with  pow'r  divine, 

Its  conquests  spread  from  shore  to  shore ; 
Till  suns  and  stars  forget  to  shine, 

And  earth  and  skies  shall  be  no  more. 

vi  4  O  rise,  ye  ransom'd  captives,  rise, 
Peal  the  loud  anthem  here  below ; 
Let  earth  reflect  it  to  the  skies, 
And  heav'n  with  new-born  rapture  glow 

Beman. 


516  HYMNS. 

A  Q  A  L.  M.— Park-street. 

tpJ/*t«  Prayer  for  the  spread  of  the  gospel. 

T  ¥     1  ARM  of  the  Lord,  awake,  awake  ! 

Put  on  thy  strength,  the  nation?  shake ; 
And  let  the  earth  adoring  see, 
Triumphs  of  mercy  wrought  by  thee. 
2  Say  to  the  heathen  from  thy  throne, 
I  am  Jehovah,  God  alone  ! 
Thy  voice  their  idols  shall  confound, 
And  cast  their  altars  to  the  ground. 

di     3  No  more  let  human  blood  be  spilt, 
Vain  sacrifice  for  human  guilt ! 
But  to  the  conscience  be  applied 

— p      The  blood  that  flow'd  from  Jesus'  side. 

cr    4  Almighty  God  !  thy  grace  proclaim 
In  every  land,  of  every  name  ; 
Let  Zion's  time  of  favor  come, 
And  bring  the  tribes  of  Israel  home. 

/     5  Arm  of  the  Lord,  awake,  awake  ! 

Put  on  thy  strength,  the  nations  shake ; 
Let  hostile  pow'rs  before  thee  fall, 
And  crown  the  Saviour  Lord  of  all. 

Arwn. 
A  f\  pi  L.  C.  M.—Aithlone.    Resignation. 

~h*J*J»  Prayer  for  a  dying  world. 

d      1  GOD  of  the  nations,  bow  thine  ear, 
And  listen  to  our  fervent  prayer, 

Through  thy  beloved  Son  : 
Build  up  the  kingdom  of  his  grace, 
Amid  the  millions  of  our  race, 
And  make  thy  wonders  known. 
2  Send  forth  the  heralds  in  his  name, 
Bid  them  a  Saviour's  love  proclaim 
With  every  fleeting  breath  ; 
vi        Till  every  land  shall  hear  the  sound, 

And  send  the  joyful  echoes  round, 
— p  Amid  the  shades  of  death. 

cr    3  O  let  the  nations  rise  and  bring 

Their  off'rings  to  th'  Almighty  King, 

And  trust  in  him  alone; 
Renounce  their  idols,  and  adore 
The  God  of  gods  for  evermore, 
Upon  his  lofty  throne. 


MONTHLY  CONCERT.  617 

di     4  The  dying  millions  then  shall  prove 

The  matchless  power  of  bleeding  love, 

And  feel  their  sins  forgiv'n  ; 
cr        Shall  join  the  convert's  joyful  throng, 
f         And  raise  on  high  redemption's  song, 

Along  the  path  to  heav'n. 

Mother's  II  Book. 


&  M.— Clapton. 
Prayer  for  all  lands. 


496. 

/     1  O  GOD  of  sovereign  grace, 
We  bow  before  thy  throne, 
And  plead  for  all  the  human  race 
The  merits  of  thy  Son. 

2  Spread  through  the  earth,  O  Lord, 
The  knowledge  of  thy  ways: 
And  let  all  lands  with  joy  record 
The  great  Redeemer's  praise. 

Village  Hymn* 


497. 


8's,  7'e,  and  4' s.— Herald.     Zion.     ex. 
Success  of  the  gospel  among  heathen. 


1  O'ER  the  gloomy  hills  of  darkness, 

Cheer'd  by  no  celestial  ray, 
Sun  of  Righteousness  arising, 
Bring  the  bright,  the  glorious  day  ! 

Send  the  gospel, 
Through  the  realms  of  earth  and  sea. 

2  Kingdoms  long  by  sin  beclouded, 

Grant  them,  Lord,  the  glorious  light ; 
Now  from  eastern  coast  to  western 
Bid  the  morning  chase  the  night : 

Bid  redemption 
Pour  its  beams  divinely  bright. 

3  Bid  the  everlasting  gospel 

Win  and  conquer,  and  increase, 
Bid  the  Saviour's  wide  dominions 
Multiply  and  still  increase, 

Till  his  sceptre 
Fills  the  world  with  life  and  peace. 

Kirk-ham's  Coll 

41 


5x9  I1VMNS 


L.  M. — Darwcn.     Vtrnon. 
Restoration  of  the  Jews  desired. 


498. 

aff  1  HOW  long  shall  Jacob's  offspring  prove 
The  sad  suspension  of  thy  love? 
Lord,  shall  thy  wrath  perpetual  burn, 
And  wilt  thou  ne'er  in  love  return  1 

2  Their  mis'ries  now  in  mercy  heal. 
Their  trespass  hide,  their  pardon  seal : 
O  God  of  Jacob,  hear  our  prayer, 
And  grant  them  still  thy  grace  to  share 

3  Thy  quick'ning  Spirit  now  impart, 
And  wake  to  joy  each  grateful  heart, 

vi         While  Israel's  rescu'd  tribes  in  Thee, 
Their  bliss,  their  own  Messiah  see. 

Merriei 

A  OQ  C'  M'    Double.— Retirement. 

4d  *J  *J  •  The  Jews  rejected,  and  restored. 

vi.d  1  JERUSALEM,  Jerusalem  ! 
Enthroned  once  on  high, 
Thou  favor'd  home  of  God  on  earth, 
Thou  heav'n  below  the  sky ; 
aff      Now  brought  to  bondage  with  thy  sons, 
A  blighting  curse  to  see ; 
Jerusalem,  Jerusalem  ! 

Our  tears  shall  flow  for  thee  ! 

2  Oh,  hadst  thou  known  thy  day  of  grace 

And  flock'd  beneath  the  wing 
Of  him  who  call'd  thee  lovingly, 

Thine  own  Almighty  King; 
Then  had  the  tribes  of  all  the  earth 

Gone  up  thy  bliss  to  see ; 
And  glory  dwelt  within  thy  gates, 

And  all  thy  sons  been  free. 

di    3  Thy  day  of  grace  has  sunk  in  nightT 
Thy  time  of  mercy  spent ; 
For  heavy  was  thy  children's  crime, 
And  sore  their  punishment ! 
ct         Oh!  might  that  day  again  return 
And  gild  thy  desert  clime ; 
Then  wouldst  thou  seek  thy  Saviour's  face 
In  that  accepted  time  ! 


MONTHLY  CONCERT.  619 

vi     4  Jerusalem,  Jerusalem  ! 

The  promised  hour  draws  nigh, 
When  all  thy  woes  shall  have  an  end 
In  joy  and  victory  : 
/         Soon  shall  thy  darkness  disappear; 
Thy  Saviour  thou  shalt  see, 
Glory  shall  dwell  within  thy  gates 
And  all  thy  sons  be  free. 

Heber. 
p^r\(~\       7'sandO's.    Peculiar.— Missionary  Hymn. 
OUU.  Missionary  field. 

'  !     1  FROM  Greenland's  icy  mountains, 

From  India-s  coral  strand, 
Where  Afric's  sunny  fountains 

Roll  down  their  golden  sand  : 
From  many  an  ancient  river, 

From  many  a  palmy  plain. 
They  call  us  to  deliver 

Their  land  from  error's  chain. 

d      2  What  though  the  spicy  breezes, 
p  Blow  soft  o'er  Ceylon's  isle, 

Though  every  prospect  pleases, 
cr  And  only  man  is  vile: 

In  vain  with  lavish  kindness 

The  gifts  of  God  are  strown; 
The  heathen,  in  his  blindness, 
Bows  down  to  wood  and  stone! 

dl    3  Can  we  whose  souls  are  lighted 
With  wisdom  from  on  high, 
Gan  we  to  men  benighted 
The  lamp  of  life   deny  ? 
cr        Salvation,  O  salvation ! 

The  joyful  sound  proclaim, 
Till  earth's  remotest  nation 
Has  learn'd  Messiah's  name. 

f     4  Waft,  waft,  ye  winds,  his  story, 

And  you,  ye  waters  roll, 
Till  like  a  sea  of  glory, 

It  spreads  from  pole  to  pole : 
Till  o'er  our  ransom'd  nature, 

The  Lamb  for  sinner's  slain, 
Redeemer,  King,  Creator, 

In  bliss  returns  to  reign. 

He&er. 


501 


HYMNS. 

ll's  and  S's.— Palestine. 
Palestine  mission. 


1  THEY  have  gone  to  the  land  where  the  pa- 
triarchs rest, 
Where  the  bones  of  the  prophets  are  laid  ; 
Where  the  chosen  of  Israel  the  promise  pos- 
sess'd. 
And  Jehovah  his  wonders  display'd  : 
di     To  the  land  where  the  Saviour  of  sinners  once 
trod, 
Where  he  labor'd  and  languish'd  and  bled : 
cr    Where  he  triumph'd  o'er  death,  and  ascended 
to  God, 
As  he  captive  captivity  led. 

d  2  They  have  gone  to  the  land  where  the  Gos- 
pel's glad  sound. 
Sweetly  tun'd  by  the  angels  above, 
Was  re-echo'd  on  earth,  through  the  regions 
around, 
In  the  accents  of  heavenly  love, 
di    Where  the  Spirit  descended  in  tokens  of  flame, 

The  rich  gifts  of  his  grace  to  reveal: 
cr    Where  apostles  wrought  signs  in  Immanuel's 
name, 
The  truth  of  their  mission  to  seal. 

3  They  have  gone — the  glad  heralds  of  mercy 

have  gone 
To  the  land  where  the  martyrs  once  bled : 
Where  the  "  Beast  the  False  Prophet"  has 
since  trodden  down, 
The  fair  fabric  that  Zion  had  laid: 
d      Where  the  churches  once  planted,  and  wa- 
ter'd,  and  blest 
With  the  dews  which  the  Spirit  distill'd, 
Have  been  smitten,  despoil'd,  and  by  heathen 
possess'd; 
And  the  places  that  knew  them,  defil'd. 

4  They  have  gone — O,  thou  Shepherd  of  Is- 

rael— have  gone, 
The  glad  mission  in  love  to  restore  : 
aff  Thou  wilt  not  forsake  them,  nor  leave  them 

alone  ; 
Thy  blossing  we  humbly  implore. 


MONTHLY  CONCERT.  521 

cr    Thy  blessing  go  with  them— Oh  be  thou  their 
shield 
From  the  shafts  of  the  fowler  that  fly ; 
O,  Saviour  of  sinners,  thine  arm  be  reveal'd 
In  mercy,  in  might  from  on  high. 

8.  Soig» 

t\C\Q  C    M— Charming.     Tolland. 

*J\J/C*  The  latter  day  foretold. 

/      1  BEHOLD,  the  mountain  of  the  Lord 
In  latter  days  shall  rise  : 
Shall  tow'r  above  the  meaner  hills, 
And  draw  the  wond'ring  eyes. 

2  To  this  the  joyful  nations  round 

And  distant  tribes  shall  flow  ; 
"  Ascend  the  hill  of  God,"  they  cry, 
And  to  his  temple  go. 

3  The  beams  that  shine  on  Zion's  hill 

Shall  lighten  every  land  ; 
The  King  that  reigns  in  Zion's  tow'r. 
Shall  all  the  world  command. 

4  No  strife  shall  vex  Messiah's  reign, 

Or  mar  the  peaceful  years ; 
To    ploughshares    they    shall    beat    their 
swords, 
To  pruning  hooks  their  spears. 

5  No  longer  host  encount'ring  host, 

Their  millions  slain  deplore ; 
rft        The  arts  of  peace  they  cultivate, 
And  study  war  no  more. 

cr^.6  Come  then,  O  come  from  every  land 
To  worship  at  his  shrine  ; 
And  walking  in  the  light  of  God, 
In  holy  beauty  shine. 

Logan. 

pLC\\)  C.  M.— Moravian. 

OvJO.  Eabylon  falling.    Rev.  xv.  3.  xvi.  19. 

mce  1  WE  sing  the  glories  of  thy  pow'r, 
We  sound  thy  dreadful  name; 
The  Christian  church  unites  the  songs 
Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb. 
44* 


522  HYMNS. 

2  Great  God,  how  marvellous  thy  works 
Of  vengeance  and  of  grace  ! 
Thou  King  of  saints,  thou  mighty  Lord, 
How  just  and  true  thy  ways  ! 

ag    3  Who  dares  refuse  to  fear  thy  name, 
Or  worship  at  thy  throne ! 
Thy  judgments  speak  thy  holiness, 
Through  all  the  nations  known. 

4  The  nations  that  oppress'd  the  earth, 
And  drank  the  martyrs'  blood, 
Come  in  remembrance,  and  awake 
The  vengeance  of  our  God. 


504, 


C.  M. — Coventry.     Baroy. 
Ruins  of  Antichrist.     Isaiah  Ixiii.  4,  7. 


711(2  1  "I  LIFT  my  banner,"  saith  the  Lord, 
"  Where  Antichrist  hath  stood  ; 
The  city  of  my  gospel  foes 
Shall  be  a  field  of  blood. 

ag    2  "  My  heart  hath  burn'd  with  vengeance  just 
And  now  the  day  appears: 
The  day  of  my  redeem'd  is  come 
To  wipe  away  their  tears. 

3  "  Slaughter  and  the  devouring  sword 
Shall  walk  the  streets  around  ; 
Babel  shall  reel  beneath  the  stroke 
And  stagger  to  the  ground."] 

mce  4  Thy  honors,  O  victorious  King! 

Thy  own  right  hand  shall  raise  : 
While  we  thy  awful  vengeance  sing, 
And  our  Deliv'rer  praise. 


H.  M.—Haddam.    Stafford. 
The  Gospel  Jubilee. 


505. 

/         1  BLOW  ye  the  trumpet,  blow 
The  gladly  solemn  sound! 
Let  all  the  nations  know, 

To  earth's  remotest  bound  : 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come, 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 


MONTHLY  CONCERT. 

2  Exalt  the  Lamb  of  God, 

The  sin-atoning  Lamb; 
Redemption  by  his  blood, 

Through  all  the  lands  proclaim: 
The  year  of  Jubilee,  &c. 

ag       3  Ye  slaves  of  sin  and  hell, 

Your  liberty  receive  : 
di  And  safe  in  Jesus  dwell, 

And  blest  in  Jesus  live: 
cr  The  year  of  Jubilee;  &c. 

4  The  gospel  trumpet  hear, 

The  news  of  pard'ning  grace: 
Ye  happy  souls  draw  near, 

Behold  your  Saviour's  face: 
The  year  of  Jubilee,  &c. 

d  5  Jesus,  our  great  High-Priest, 

Has  full  atonement  made  : 
y  Ye  weary  spirits  rest, 

cr  Ye  mourning  souls  be  glad : 

/  The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come,  &c. 

Toplaih. 


f 


506 


S.  M.— Clapton. 
Diffusion  of  the  gospel. 

1  O  LORD  our  God  arise, 

The  cause  of  truth  maintain. 
And  wide  o'er  all  the  peopled  world, 
Extend  her  blessed  reign. 

2  Thou  Prince  of  life  arise, 

Nor  let  thy  glories  cease  ; 
Far  spread  the  conquests  of  thy  grace, 
And  bless  the  earth  with  peace. 

3  Spirit  of  grace  arise, 

Extend  thy  healing  wing. 
And  o'er  a  dark  and  ruin'd  world, 
Let  light  and  order  spring. 

4  Let  all  on  earth  arise, 

To  God  the  Saviour  sing, 
From  shore  to  shore,  from  earth  to  heav'n, 
Let  echoing  anthems  ring. 

Anon. 


524  HYMNS 

pC(~V*f  ^'s  and  6's. — Missionary  Hymn. 

tJVJ  i  •  Reign  of  Christ  on  earth. 

vi     1  WHEN  shall  the  voice  of  singing 
Flow  joyfully  along: 
When  hill  and  valley  ringing 
With  one  triumphant  song, 
Proclaim  the  contest  ended, 
d  And  him  who  once  was  slain. 

Again  to  earth  descended, 
In  righteousness  to  reign? 
cr    2  Then  from  the  lofty  mountains 

The  sacred  shout  shall  fly; 
p  And  shady  vales  and  fountains 

cr  Shall  echo  the  reply: 

/        High  tow'r  and  lowly  dwelling 
Shall  send  the  chorus  round, 
All,  hallelujah  swelling 
In  one  eternal  round. 

Pratt's  Cn?L 
£T/\Q  Ts.— German  Hymn. 

*j\J\D»  Triumphs  of  the  gospel. 

d      1  WHO  are  these  that  come  from  far, 

Led  by  Jacob's  rising  star  ? 

Strangers  now  to  Zion  come 

There  to  seek  a  peaceful  home. 
vi     2  Lo !  they  gather  like  a  cloud, 

Or  as  doves  their  windows  crowd  ! 

Zion  wonders  at  the  sight, 

Zion  feels  a  strange  delight. 
3  Zion  now  no  more  shall  sigh, 

God  will  raise  her  glory  high ; 

He  will  send  a  large  increase, 

He  will  give  his  people  peace. 
/     4  Sons  of  Zion  sing  aloud! 

See  her  sun  without  a  cloud  ! 

God  will  make  her  joy  complete, 

Zion's  sun  shall  never  set. 

Kelly. 
Xf\(\  L.  M.— Park-street.    Mansfield. 

*J\J*J»  Triumphs  of  the  gospel. 

M  l  SHOUT,  for  the  great  Redeemer  reigns, 

Through  distant  lands  his  triumphs  spread, 
Sinners  now  freed  from  Satan's  chains, 
Own  him  their  Saviour  and  their  Head. 


MONTHLY  CONCERT  G20 

2  Oh,  may  this  conquest  still  increase, 
Let  every  foe  his  pow'r  subdue  : 
While  angels  celebrate  his  praise, 
Saints  shall  his  rising  glories  show. 

ff3  Loud  hallelujahs  to  the  Lamb, 
From  all  below  and  all  above. 
In  lofty  songs  exalt  his  name, 
In  songs  as  lasting  as  his  love. 

Burdcr'a  Coll. 

£^*1  f\  L.  M. — Moravian.     Park-street. 

*-)  -i-  \Jm        Christ's  reign  on  earth.     Rev.  xi.  15,  17. 

/"I  WHEN  the  seventh  angel  sounds  on  high, 
Let  shouts  be  heard  through  all  the  sky, 
Kings  of  the  earth,  with  glad  accord, 
Give  up  their  kingdoms  to  the  Lord  ! 

mce  2  Almighty  God,  thy  pow'r  assume, 

Who  wast,  and  art,  and  art  to  come, 
Jesus,  the  Lamb,  that  once  was  slain, 


C.  M. — Moravian.    Remembrance. 
•  Vision  of  Christ's  kingdom  among  men.  Rev.  xxi.  1 — 1. 


511 

mce  1  LO,  what  a  glorious  scene  appears 
To  our  believing  eye  ! 
The  earth  and  sea  have  pass'd  away, 
With  all  the  starry  sky. 

2  From  the  third  heav'n,  where  God  resides, 

That  holy,  happy  place, 
The  New  Jerusalem  comes  down, 

Adorn'd  with  shining  grace. 

/     3  Attending  angels  shout  for  joy, 
And  the  bright  armies  sing; 
Mortals,  behold  the  sacred  seat 
Of  your  descending  King. 

4  "  The  God  of  giory  dwells  with  men, 

And  shows  his  smiling  face ; 
Men,  the  dear  objects  of  his  love, 

The  subjects  of  his  grace. 

d      5  ':  His  own  soft  hand  shall  wipe  the  tears 

From  every  weeping  eye  ; 
m     And  pains,  and  groans,  and  doubts,  and  fears, 
— p      And  death  itself  shall  die  ; 


526  HYMNS. 

ag    6  "  How  long,  dear  Saviour.  O,  how  long, 

Shall  this  bright  hour  delay  1 
vi     Fly  swiftly  round,  ye  wings  of  time, 

And  bring  the  welcome  day. 

£J1  Q  ll'sand  10's.—  Tune,  Daughter  of  Zion. 

tJ.Y./d*  Zion  triumphant. 

vi  1  DAUGHTER  of  Zion,  awake  from  thy  sad- 
ness, 
Awake,  for  thy  foes  shall  oppress  thee  no 
more ; 

p      Bright  o'er  thy  hills  dawns  the  day-star  of 
gladness, 

cr        Rise,  for  the  night  of  thy  sorrow  is  o'er. 

f2  Strong  were  thy  foes  ;  but  the  arm  that  sub- 
"du'd  them, 
And  scatter'd  their  legions,  was  mightier  far : 
di     They  fled  like  the  chaff  from  the  scourge  that 
pursu'd  them ; 
Vain  were  their  steeds  and  their  chariots 
of  war. 

/3  Daughter  of  Zion,  the  Pow'r  that  hath  sav'd 
thee, 
ExtolPd  with    the    harp  and    the  timbrel 
should  be ; 
ff    Shout !  for  the  foe  is  destroy'd  that  enslav'd 
thee, 
Th'  oppressor  is  vanquish'd,and  Zion  is  free. 

Anon, 
pi  1   Q        8's,  7's,  and  4's. — Helmsley.     Lo,  he  comes. 
*J  -1-  O.  The  latter  day. 

1 1     1  LOOK,  ye  saints  !  the  day  is  breaking ; 

Joyful  times  are  near  at  hand  : 
vice      God,  the  mighty  God,  is  speaking. 

By  his  word  in  every  land  : 
Day  advances, 

Darkness  flies  at  his  command. 

2  God  of  Jacob,  high  and  glorious  ! 
Let  thy  people  see  thy  power ; 
Let  the  gospel  be  victorious, 

Through  the  world  forevermore  ; 

Then  shall  idols 
Perish,  while  thy  saints  adore. 

Anon. 


MONTHLY  CONCERT  527 

£T  1     /f         LI'S  and  10's.—  Tunc,  Hail  to  the  brightness. 
tJ  A.  4t<«  Dawn  of  the  Millennium. 

f.vi  1  HAIL  to    the    brightness  of   Zion's    glad 

morning ! 
cr  Joy  to  the  lands  that  in  darkness  have 

lain  ; 
p  Hush'd    be    the   accents   of    sorrow   and 

mourning. 
cr  Zion  in  triumph  begins  her  mild  reign. 

2  Hail  to  the  brightness  of  Zion's  glad  morning, 
Long  by  the  prophets  of  Israel  foretold  ; 
Hail  to  the  millions  from  bondage  returning, 
Gentiles  and  Jews  the  blest  vision  behold. 
d      3  Lo,  in  the  desert  rich  flowers  are  springing, 
Streams  ever  copious  are  gliding  along ; 
/        Loud  from  the  mountain-top    echoes  are 
ringing, 
"Wastes  rise   in  verdure  and  mingle  in 
song. 
4  See  from  all  lands — from  the  isles  of  the 
ocean, 
Praise  to  Jehovah  ascending  on  high  ; 
Fall'n  are  the  engines  of  war  and  commo- 
tion, 
Shouts  of  salvation  are  rending  the  sky. 

S.  Songs. 
7"s.     Double. — Song  of  Jubilee. 
Millennial  glory. 

/H  i  HARK,  the  song  of  Jubilee, 

Loud  as  mighty  thunders  roar; 
Or  the  fulness  of  the  sea, 

When  it  breaks  upon  the  shore ! 
Hallelujah,  for  the  Lord 

God  Omnipotent  shall  reign  ! 
Hallelujah!  let  the  word 

Echo  through  the  earth  and  main. 

cr    2  Hallelujah!  hark,  the  sound, 

From  the  depths  unto  the  skies, 
Wakes  above,  beneath,  around, 

All  creation's  harmonies  ! 
See  Jehovah's  banners  furfd, 

Sheath'd  his  sword,  his  warfare  done  ; 
And  the  kingdoms  of  this  world 

Are  the  kingdoms  of  his  Son. 


515. 


52S  HYMNS. 

m.(P  3  He  shall  reign  from  pole  to  pole, 

With  illimitable  sway; 
He  shall  reign,  when  like  a  scroll 

Heav'n  and  earth  are  pass'd  away- 
Then  the  end  :  beneath  his  rod 

Man's  last  enemy  shall  fall : 
Hallelujah  !  Christ  is  God  ! 

God  in  Christ  is  all  in  all 


Montgomery, 


516 


C.  M.— Tolland.     Latter  day. 
Universal  praise. 

/I  O  CITY  of  the  Lord,  begin 
The  universal  song; 
And  let  the  scatter'd  villages 
The  joyful  notes  prolong. 

2  Let  Kedar's  wilderness  afai 

Lift  up  the  lonely  voice  ; 
And  let  the  tenants  of  the  rock 
In  accent    rude  rejoice. 

3  O  from  the  streams  of  distant  lands 

Unto  Jehovah  sing; 
And  joyful  from  the  mountain  tops 
Shout  to  the  Lord  the  King. 

4  Let  all  combin'd  with  one  accord 

The  Saviour's  glories  raise, 
Till  in  remotest  bounds  of  earth 
The  nations  sound  his  praise. 


Logan. 


517 


MISSIONARIES.* 

S's,  7's,  and  4's. — Zion. 
Gospel  proclaimed. 

1  ON  the  mountain's  top  appearing, 
Lo  !  the  sacred  herald  stands, 


Joyful  news  to  Zion  bearing, 
Zion  long  in  hostile  lands: 
di  Mourning  captive, 

God  himself  will  loose  thy  bands. 

*  See  Ministers,  Monthly  Concert,  Benevolent  Societies. 


MISSIONARIES. 

aff  2  Has  thy  night  been  long  and  mournful  ? 

Have  thy  friends  unfaithful  prov'd  ? 
/.  vi    Have  thy  foes  been  proud  and  scornful, 
p  By  thy  sighs  and  tears  unmoved  ? 

d  Cease  thy  mourning  ; 

Zion  still  is  well  belov'd. 

3  Thy  own  God  will  soon  restore  thee 
He  himself  appears  thy  friend  ; 
cr        All  thy  foes  shall  flee  before  thee. 

Here  their  boasts  and  triumphs  end  : 

Great  deliv'rance 
Zion's  King  will  surely  send. 

/     4  Peace  and  joy  shall  now  attend  thee, 
All  thy  warfare  now  be  past ; 
God  thy  Saviour  will  defend  thee, 
Victory  is  thine  at  last: 

All  thy  conflicts 
End  in  everlasting  rest 


Kelly. 


518. 


^s  and  o's. — Lyons.     Devonshire. 
Christ  proclaimed. 

/M         1  YE  servants  of  God, 

Your  Master  proclaim, 
And  publish  abroad 

His  wonderful  name : 
The  name  all  victorious 

Of  Jesus  extol; 
His  kingdom  is  glorious, 

And  rules  over  all. 

2  God  ruleth  on  high, 

Almighty  to  save ; 
di  Yet  still  he  is  nigh, 

His  presence  we  have: 
cr  The  great  congregation 

His  triumph  shall  sing, 
Ascribing  salvation 

To  Jesus  our  King. 

3  Salvation  to  God 

Who  sits  on  his  throne  j 
Let  all  cry  aloud, 
And  honor  the  Son  : 
45 


630  HYMNS. 

ImmanuePs  praises 
The  angels  proclaim, 
p  Fall  down  on  their  faces, 

And  worship  the  Lamb. 

cr  4  Then  let  us  adore 

And  give  him  his  right ; 
All  glory  and  power, 
And  wisdom  and  might ; 
/  All  honor  and  blessing 

With  angels  above, 
And  thanks  never  ceasing 
— di  And  infinite  love. 


Pratt's  Coti 


ri  A  C.  M.— Warwick.    Remembrance. 

O  JL  «./  •  Prayer  for  missionaries. 

vi     1  WHEN  shall  the  gospel  tidings  spread 
The  spacious  earth  around, 
Till  every  tribe,  and  every  soul, 
Shall  hear  the  joyful  sound. 
2  O  when  shall  Afric's  sable  sons 
Enjoy  the  heav'nly  word  ; 
And  vassals  long  enslaved  become 
The  freemen  of  the  Lord  ? 
pi  f  3  When  shall  th'  untutor'd  heathen  tribes, 
A  dark  bewilder'd  race, 
Sit  down  at  our  ImmanuePs  feet, 
And  learn  redeeming  grace  7 

4  Haste,  sovereign  mercy,  and  transform 

Their  cruelty  to  love ; 

Soften  the  tiger  to  a  lamb, 

The  vulture  to  a  dove  ! 

5  Smile,  Lord,  on  each  divine  attempt 

To  spread  the  gospel's  rays, 
And  build,  on  sin's  demolish'd  throne. 
The  temples  of  thy  praise. 


Rippon's  Colt. 


S.  M.— Clapton.     Oakland. 
Charge  to  missionaries. 


520. 

vi     1  YE  messengers  of  Christ, 

His  sovereign  voice  obey  ; 
Arise  and  follow  where  he  leads 
And  peace  attend  your  way. 


MISSIONARIES. 

di     t  The  Master  whom  you  serve, 
Will  needful  aid  bestow  ; 
Depending  on  his  promises, 
cr  With  sacred  courage  go. 

f    3  Go  spread  the  Saviour's  fame, 
Go  tell  his  matchless  grace  ; 
Proclaim  salvation  full  and  free 
To  Adam's  ruin'd  race. 

i  Mountains  shall  sink  to  plains, 
And  hills  in  valleys  rise  ; 
The  cause  is  God's,  and  shall  prevail 
Though  hosts  against  him  rise. 

Yoke. 


521. 


11' s  aod  3's. — Pahstine. 
Ctiarge  to  missionaries. 


f    1  STAND  up,  O  ye  heralds,  your  mission  pro- 
claim, 
And  wide  be  your  banners  unfurl' d  ; 
Declare  to  the  heathen.  Immanuel's  name, 
Speak,  speak  to  a  perishing  world! 
'  i       See  millions  unnumberd  in  darkness  pro- 
found, 
Still  groping  their  desolate  way ; 
Unheard  the  mild  accents  of  mercy's  sweet 
sound, 
Unseen  the  bright  glimm'rings  of  day. 

di  2  Where  sin  holds  in  triumph  its  desolate  reign. 
Down  the  pathway  to  regions  of  wo  ; 
Where  nameless  pollutions    still  follow  in 
tram, 
And  waters  of  bitterness  flow: 
There  publish  the  news  of  the  crucified  One, 
Who  suffer'd  that  sinners  might  live  ; 
cr      Who  rising  in  triumph,  ascended  his  throne, 
Salvation  immortal  to  give. 

f  3  Speak,  speak  that  the  heathen  may  quickly 
receive. 
The  message  of  heavenly  peace  : 
Oh  speak,  till  the  millions  repent  and  believe, 
And  rejoice  in  th'  abundance  of  grace  ! 


632  HYMNS. 

The  heathen  shall  listen,  the  darkness  shall 
flee, 
The  glorious  Day  Star  arise : 
The  earth  from  its  bondage  of  sin  shall  be 
free, 
And  heav'n  shall  descend  from  the  skies. 

M.  S. 

P\C)£)  7'sand6's.    Peculiar.— Missionary  R. 

*J&&»  Departure  of  missionaries. 

vi.f  1  ROLL  on,  thou  mighty  ocean ! 

And  as  thy  billows  flow, 
Bear  messengers  of  mercy, 

To  every  vale  of  wo  ! 
Arise,  ye  gales,  and  waft  them 

Safe  to  their  destin'd  shore  ; 
That  men  may  sit  in  darkness 

And  death's  black  shade  no  more. 

m&.  2  O  thou  eternal  Ruler, 

Who  holdest  in  thine  arm 
The  tempests  of  the  ocean, 
Deliver  them  from  harm ! 
d         Thy  presence  still  be  with  them 
Wherever  they  may  be ; 
Though  far  from  those  who  love  them, 
Let  them  be  nigh  to  thee. 


Pratt's  Call 


8's,  7's,  and  4's. — Zion.    Lo,  he  comes. 
Departure  of  missionaries. 


523, 

/M  1  MEN  of  God,  go  take  your  stations  ; 
Darkness  reigns  o'er  all  the  earth, 
Loud  proclaim  among  the  nations 
Joyful  news  of  heav'nly  birth  : 

Bear  the  tidings, 
Tidings  of  the  Saviour's  worth! 

di    2  Go  to  men  in  darkness  sleeping ; 

Tell  that  Christ  is  strong  to  save ; 
p         Go  to  men  in  bondage  weeping ; 
cr  Publish  freedom  to  the  slave : 

Tell  the  dying, 

Christ  has  triumph'd  o'er  the  grave. 


MISSIONARIES.  5: 

eg        What  though  earth,  by  hell  excited, 
Should  oppose  the  Saviour's  reign ! 
Plead  his  cause  to  souls  benighted  ; 
Fear  ye  not  the  face  of  men ; 

Vain  the  tumult. 
Earth  and  hell  will  rage  in  vain. 
di    4  Though  expos'd  to  fearful  dangers, 
cr  Jesus  will  his  own  defend  ; 

d         Berne  afar  mid  foes  and  strangers, 
Jesus  is  your  heav'nly  Friend  ; 

And  his  presence 
Shall  be  with  you  to  the  end. 

Kelly. 

E~\  O  A      ^'8'  ~'S'  and  6's"     Pecul'ar  —  Watchmen  onward. 
*J&^*  Departure  of  missionaries. 

xi     1  WATCHMEN!  onward  to  your  stations 
Blow  the  trumpet  long  and  loud  ; 
Preach  the  gospel  to  the  nations, 
Speak  to  every  gath'ring  crowd  : 
See  !  the  day  is  breaking; 
See  the  saints  awaking, 
p  No  more  in  sadness  bow'd. 

vi     2  Watchmen  !  hail  the  rising  glory 

Of  the  great  Messiah's  reign  ; 
d  Tell  the  Saviour's  bleeding  story, 

Tell  it  to  the  list'ning  train: 
See  his  love  revealing  ; 
See  the  Spirit  sealing  ; 
'Tis  life  amongthe  slain  ! 

vi     3  Wratchmen!  as  the  clouds  are  flying. 
As  the  doves  in  haste  return, 
Thousands  from  amid  the  dying, 
Flee  to  Christ  his  love  to  learn  ; 
di  All  their  sighs  and  sadness, 

cr  Turn  to  joy  and  gladness, 

When  they  his  grace  discern. 

f    4  Watchmen  !  now  lift  up  your  voices : 
Tell  the  triumphs  of  your  King, 
WThile  the  ransom'd  host  rejoices  ; 
Sing  aloud  his  praises,  sing: 
See  his  arm  victorious ; 
See  his  kingdom  glorious, 
While  heav'ns  glad  anthems  ring. 
45* 


534  HYMNS. 

PART  II. 

aff  5  Watchmen!  when  your  friends  are  weeping, 
When  they  bid  the  last  adieu, 
To  your  heav'nly  Father's  keeping, 
Leave  them  in  submission  true  : 
Kind  is  his  protection, 
Safe  by  his  direction, 
Your  onward  course  pursue. 

ag   6  Watchmen!  cast  no  look  behind  you, 
While  your  foes  are  pressing  hard, 
Jesus  shall  himself  defend  you, 
Zion's  King  shall  be  your  guard : 
What  though  hosts  assail  you, 
Christ  can  never  fail  you, 
He  is  your  great  reward. 

d      7  Watchmen !  when  your  toils  are  ended, 
When  your  conflicts  all  are  o'er, 
By  celestial  bands  attended, 
You  shall  reach  the  heav'nly  shore : 
/  Crowns  of  joy  await  you, 

While  the  hosts  that  hate  you. 
Perish  evermore. 

iS.  Song9. 

£T  Q  £T        7's.    Double.*— Haven  .     Watchman  tell. 
*J/£*J*  Tell  us  of  the  night.— A  dialogue. 

mo?H  l  WATCHMAN !  tell  us  of  the  night, 

What  its  signs  of  promise  are ! 
Trav'ller !  o'er  yon  mountain's  height 

See  the  glory  beaming  star ! 
Watchman !  does  its  beauteous  ray, 

Aught  of  hope  or  joy  foretell? 
Trav'ller  !  yes,  it  brings  the  day, 

Promis'd  day  of  Israel. 

2  Watchman!  tell  us  of  the  night: 
Higher  yet  that  star  ascends ! 
d —  Trav'ller !  blessedness  and  light, 

Peace  and  truth  its  course  portends ! 
Watchman  !  will  its  beams,  alone 
Gild  the  spot  that  gave  them  birth  ? 
truB  Trav'ller !  ages  are  its  own ; 

/  See  it  bursts  o'er  all  the  earth  ! 

*  This  hymn  seems  intended  for  responsive  singing. 


MISSIONARIES.  I 

di        3  Watchman  !  tell  us  of  the  night, 

For  the  morning  seems  to  dawn : 
f  Trav'ller !  darkness  takes  its  flight ; 

Doubt  and  terror  are  withdrawn ! 
d  Watchman !  let  thy  wand'ring  cease, 

Hie  thee  to  thy  quiet  home ; 
/  Trav'ller !  lo  !  the  Prince  of  Peace, 

Lo!  the  Son  of  God  is  come. 

Boierim 

PZl+)C±        ''s  anu  8's.     Peculiar. — Missionary  Hymn. 
*J&\J»  The  gospel  banner. 

P  '     1  NOW  be  the  gospel  banner 

In  every  land  unfurl'd; 
And  be  the  shout  hosanna, 

Re-echo'd  through  the  world : 
Till  every  isle  and  nation, 

Till  every  tribe  and  tongue, 
Receive  the  great  salvation, 

And  join  the  happy  throng. 

ag       2  What  though  th'  embattl'd  legions 
Of  earth  and  hell  combine? 
His  arm  throughout  their  regions, 
Shall  soon  resplendent  shine  : 
cr  Ride  on,  O  Lord,  victorious  ! 

Immanuel,  Prince  of  Peace  ! 
Thy  triumph  shall  be  glorious ; 
Thy  empire  still  increase. 

d  3  Yes,  thou  shalt  reign  for  ever, 

O  Jesus,  King  of  kings  ! 
m  Thy  light,  thy  love,  thy  favor, 

Each  ransom'd  captive  sings  : 
vi  The  isles  for  thee  are  waiting, 

The  deserts  learn  thy  praise, 
The  hills  and  valleys  greeting, 

The  song  responsive  raise. 

Musica  Saerck 

£{0*7  8s'  Double—  Soli(ude- 

fJ/C  I  •  On  the  death  of  a  missionary. 

off  1  WEEP  not  for  the  saint  that  ascends, 
To  partake  of  the  joys  of  the  sky; 
Weep  not  for  the  seraph  that  bends, 
With  the  worshipping  chorus  on  high : 


536  HYMN'S. 

Weep  not  for  the  spirit  now  crown'd 
With  the  garland  to  martyrdom  giv'n, 

O  weep  not  for  him,  he  has  found 
His  reward  and  his  refuge  in  heav'n. 

2  But  weep  for  their  sorrows  who  stand 

And  lament  o'er  the  dead  by  his  grave  j 
p  Who  sigh  when  they  muse  on  the  land 

Of  their  home  far  away  o'er  the  wave: 
cr        And  weep  for  the  nations  that  dwell 

Where  the  light  of  the  truth  never  shone 
di        Where  anthems  of  peace  never  swell, 

And  the  love  of  the  Lord  is  unknown. 

Anon. 


528. 


BENEVOLENT  SOCIETIES.* 

C.  M. — Chester.     Colchester. 
Active  benevolence. 


vi     1  FATHER  of  mercies,  send  thy  grace, 
All  powerful  from  above, 
To  form  in  our  obedient  souls 
The  image  of  thy  love. 

d      2  0  may  each  sympathizing  breast 
That  gen'rous  pleasure  know, 
Kindly  to  share  in  others'  joy, 
And  weep  for  others'  wo. 

off  3  When  the  poor  helpless  sons  of  grief 

In  low  distress  are  laid; 
di        Soft  be  our  hearts  their  pains  to  feel, 

And  swift  our  hands  to  aid. 

d      4  So  Jesus  look'd  on  dying  man, 

When  thron'd  above  the  skies  ; 
Amid  the  glories  he  possess'd. 
He  felt  compassion  rise. 

vi    5  On  wings  of  love,  the  Saviour  flew, 
To  raise  us  from  the  ground ; 

p  And  shed  his  own  most  precious  blood, 

A  balm  for  every  wound. 

Doddridge. 
♦  See  Graces,  Ministers.  Monthly  Concert,  Missionaries,  <Sx. 


BENEVOLENT  SOCIETIES.  Ei 

£*QQ  C'  M—  Colch€ster-    Retirement. 

*Jjm>*s  •  For  benevolent  societies. 

d      1  BRIGHT  source  of  everlasting  love ! 
To  thee  our  souls  we  raise ; 
And  to  thy  sovereign  bounty  rear 
A  monument  of  praise. 

2  Thy  mercy  gilds  the  path  of  life 
With  many  a  cheering  ray  : 
Kindly  restrains  each  rising  grief, 
p  Or  wipes  the  tears  away. 

ag  [3  When,  sunk  in  guilt,  our  souls  drew  nigh 
The  borders  of  despair, 
Grace  interpos'd ;  thy  blood  proclaim'd 
A  free  salvation  near.] 

cr    4  What  shall  we  render,  bounteous  Lord, 

For  all  the  grace  we  see  ? 
ex       Alas !  the  goodness  worms  can  yield, 

Extendeth  not  to  thee. 

d      5  To  tents  of  wo,  to  beds  of  pain, 
Our  cheerful  feet  repair  ; 
And  with  the  gifts  thy  hand  bestows, 
Relieve  the  mourners  there. 

6  The  widow's  heart  shall  sing  for  joy, 

The  orphan  shall  be  glad; 
The  hung'ring  soul,  we'll  gladly  point 
To  Christ  the  living  bread. 

7  Thus  passing  through  the  vale  of  tears, 

May  our  example  shine, 
Till  others  learn  to  glorify 
Our  Father's  name  divine. 

Boden. 
C.  M.— Retirement. 
Charitable  appropriations. 

1  HIGH  on  a  throne  of  light,  O  Lord ! 
Dost  thou  exalted  shine  ; 

What  can  our  poverty  bestow, 
Since  all  the  world  is  thine ! 

2  But  thou  hast  brethren  here  below, 
The  children  of  thy  grace, 

Whose  humble  names  thou  wilt  confess 
Before  thy  Father's  face. 


530 


638  HYMNS. 

3  In  them  may'st  thou  be  cloth'd  and  fed, 

And  visited  and  cheer'd ; 
And  in  their  accents  of  distress, 
Our  Saviour's  voice  be  heard. 

4  Whate'er  our  willing  hands  can  give, 

Lord,  at  thy  feet  we  lay ; 
Grace  will  the  humble  gift  receive, 
And  grace  at  length  repay. 

PraWs  Coll. 


531 


C.  M.— Retirement. 
Religious  tracts. 

d      1  GO,  messenger  of  love,  and  bear 
Upon  thy  gentle  wing, 
The  songs  that  seraphs  love  to  hear, 
And  angels  joy  sing. 

2  Go  to  the  heart  with  sin  oppress'd, 
And  dry  the  sorrowing  tear ; 
Extract  the  thorn  that  wounds  the  breast, 
The  drooping  spirit  cheer. 

cr    3  Go  say  to  Zion,  "Jesus  reigns;" 

By  his  resistless  pow'r, 
ag       He  binds  his  enemies  with  chains  ; 

They  fall  to  rise  no  more. 

di    4  Tell  of  the  Spirit's  energies, 

As  he  from  heav'n  descends, 

cr        Arrests  his  proudest  enemies, 
And  changes  them  to  friends. 


B. 


532. 


8's  and  6's.    Peculiar.— Tune,  "  Go  forth,"  §c. 
Distribution  of  tracts. 


vi     1       GO  forth  on  wings  of  fervent  pray'r, 

Go  with  the  message  from  above, 

Go  in  the  Master's  name  we  love, 

Silent,  but  eloquent  to  prove, 

Till  e'en  the  deaf  shall  hear. 

2      To  ev'ry  dwelling  speed  your  way, 
Scatter  the  shades  of  error's  night, 
Kindle  the  rays  of  gospel  light, 
Pour  them  around  in  splendor  bright, 
Till  e'en  the  blind  shall  see. 


BENEVOLENT  SOCIETIES. 

cr    3      Bid  ev'ry  slumb'ring  soul  awake, 

Tell  of  the  darkness,  fire,  and  chains, 
Tell  of  the  heav'n  where  Jesus  reigns, 
Tell  of  his  love  in  melting  strains, 

Till  e'en  the  dumb  shall  speak. 
4       O  Jesu3,  give  thy  word  success  ; 
Lo,  at  thy  footstool  now  we  bend, 
Only  on  thee  our  hopes  depend, 
Thou  art  alone  the  sinner's  friend, 

Thv  word  is  life  and  peace. 

J  S.  Songs 

».fvQ  7'sand8's.     TecuLiar.—Ashfield. 

0OO#  Temperance. 

aff  1  HOW  long  shall  virtue  languish? 
How  long  shall  folly  reign  ? 
While  many  a  heart  with  anguish 

Is  weeping  o'er  the  slain? 
How  long  shall  dissipation 

Her  deadly  waters  pour, 
Throughout  this  favored  nation, 

Her  millions  to  devour. 
2  When  shall  the  veil  of  blindness 

Fall  from  the  sons  of  wealth, 
Restoring  human  kindness, 

And  industry,  and  health? 
When  shall  the  charms  so  luring, 

Of  bad  example  cease  ; 
The  ends  at  once  securing, 

Of  industry  and  peace  ? 

vi     3  We  hail  with  joy  unceasing, 

The  Band  whose  pledge  is  giv'n; 
Whose  numbers  are  increasing, 

Amid  the  smiles  of  Heav'n : 
Their  virtues  never  failing, 

Shall  lead  to  brighter  days. 
WThen  holiness  prevailing, 

Shall  fill  the  earth  with  praise 

K.O  A  8'sand7's.    Peculiar.— Ashfield. 

0O4u  Evils  of  strong  drink.    Prov.  xxiii.  29. 

off  1  AH,  who  hath  keenest  sorrow, 
Distracting  to  the  soul  ? 
He  that  would  pleasure  borrow 
From  the  o'erflowing  bowl : 


S.  Son#*. 


MO  HYMNS. 

And  who  hath  wounds  and  bruises, 

Disorders  without  cure  ? 
He  that  himself  abuses, 

Must  all  these  ills  endure. 

ag   2  Strong  drink  is  ever  raging, 

Its  fires  will  still  increase  ; 
What  hand  the  heat  assuaging, 

Will  bring  the  victim  peace? 
/"'I     The  voice  of  Wisdom  crieth 

Look  not  upon  the  cup : 
ag       He  that  himself  destroyeth, 

Must  perish  without  hope. 

M.  S 
rQ/T  L.  M.— Repose.    All  saints. 

t/Otf»  Restraining  influence  of  the  gospel. 

d      1  HOW  beautiful  those  rays  appear, 
Reflections  of  the  gospel  light, 
Which  make  the  path  of  virtue  clear, 
To  the  bewilder'd  wand'rer's  sight ! 

' '     2  They  warn  the  guilty,  check  the  proud, 
Arrest  the  thoughtless,  and  the  gay  ; 
Disperse  the  midnight,  boist'rous  crowd, 
And  take  the  mad'ning  bowl  away. 

3  To  temp'rance,  industry,  and  peace, 
To  comfort,  and  to  health  they  lead ; 
They  bid  earth's  crimes  and  sorrows  cease, 
And  love  and  happiness  succeed. 

vi     4  Then  let  the  beams  resplendent  shine, 
Its  brighest  rays  the  gospel  pour, 
Till  by  an  influ'nce  all  divine, 
The  reign  of  vice  shall  be  no  more. 

M.  S. 
KQf\  L.  M.—Dukestreet. 

trO  !/•  Pecuniary  collections. 

' f     1  WHEN  Jesus  dwelt  in  mortal  clay, 

What  were  his  works  from  day  to  day. 

But  miracles  of  pow'r  and  grace, 

That  spread  salvation  through  our  race. 

d      2  Teach  us,  O  Lord,  to  keep  in  view 
Thy  pattern,  and  thy  steps  pursue; 
Let  alms  bestow'd,  let  kindness  done, 
Be  witness'd  by  each  rolling  sun. 


BENEVOLENT  SOCIETIES.  541 

[3  That  man  may  last,  but  never  lives, 
Who  much  receives,  but  nothing  gives, 
Whom  none  can  lo  ve,whom  none  can  thank, 
Creation's  blot,  creation's  blank  !] 

H     4  The  man  who  marks,  from  day  to  day, 
In  gen'rous  acts  his  radiant  way, 

cr        Treads  the  same  path  his  Saviour  trod — 
The  path  to  glory  and  to  God. 

Gibbons. 
P\QT  C"  M—  RetiremenL     Chester. 

DO/ i  Charity. 

d      1  BLEST  is  the  man  whose  soft'ning  heart 
Can  feel  another's  pain  ; 
To  whom  the  supplicating  eye 
Was  never  rais'd  in  vain: 

2  Who  spreads  his  kind  supporting  arms 

To  every  child  of  grief; 
While  secret  bounty  largely  flows, 
To  bring  unsought  relief. 

3  To  gentle  offices  of  love, 

His  feet  are  never  slow  ; 
He  views,  through  mercy's  melting  eye, 
A  brother  in  a  foe. 

4  He  from  the  bosom  of  his  God, 

Shall  present  peace  receive  ; 
And  when  he  kneels  before  the  throne. 
His  trembling  soul  shall  live. 

Barbauld 
rQQ  G's  and  Vs.— Salem. 

*J  O  O  •  Contributions  for  benevolent  purposes. 

n'M  l  O  JESUS,  our  King, 

These  off'rings  we  bring, 

And  prostrate  ourselves  at  thy  throne 
We  come  in  thy  name. 
No  merit  we  claim, 

We  bring  thee  but  what  is  thy  own. 

2  Thine,  Lord,  is  the  whole; 
The  body,  the  soul, 

All,  all  that  we  have  or  desire  ; 
Our  time  and  our  health, 
Our  influ'nce,  our  wealth, 
Our  affections  that  upward  aspire. 
46 


HYMNS. 

3  Yet  wilt  thou  approve 
Such  off'rings  of  love  ; 

And  when  stewards  thy  treasures  restore, 
They  find  their  reward 
In  the  joy  of  their  Lord  \ 

And  what  could  thy  servants  have  more  1 

4  Thy  name  we  adore, 
Thy  blessing  implore, 

Oh  !  smile  on  the  trifles  we  bring ; 
Accept  f/oni  our  hands 
What  thy  glory  demands, 

And  thy  praises  aloud  we  will  sing. 


TIMES  AND  SEASONS* 

£TOQ  L.  M.—KothwelL    Stonefield. 

*-j9j  fJ 9  For  a  public  thanksgiving. 

vi     I  ALMIGHTY  Sovereign  of  the  skies. 
To  thee  let  songs  of  gladness  rise; 
Each  grateful  heart  its  tribute  bring, 
And  every  voice  thy  goodness  sing. 

' '     2  From  thee  our  countless  blessings  flow, 

Life,  health,  and  strength,  thy  hands  bestow ; 
The  daily  good  thy  creatures  share, 
Springs  from  thy  providential  care. 

3  The  rich  profusion  nature  yields, 
The  harvest  waving  o'er  the  fields, 
The  cheering  light,  refreshing  shower, 
Are  gifts  from  thy  exhaustless  store. 

4  At  thy  command,  the  vernal  bloom 
Revives  the  world  from  winter's  gloom ", 
The  summer's  heat  the  fruit  matures, 
And  autumn  all  her  treasures  pours. 

5  From  thee  proceed  domestic  lies, 
Connubial  bliss,  parental  joys  ; 
On  thy  support  the  nations  stand, 
Obedient  to  thy  high  command. 

•  See  General  Praise,  Worship,  Ministers)  Ordinations,  Dedi- 
cations Ordinances.  Monthly  Concert,  Ac©. 


TIMES  AND  SEASONS.... THANKSGIVING.  543 

vi./Q  Let  every  power  of  heart  and  tongue, 
Unite  to  swell  the  grateful  song; 
While  age  and  youth  in  chorus  join, 
And  praise  the  majesty  divine. 

Anon. 


540. 


,s.—So?rg  of  Jubilee. 
Thanksgiving. 


/"H  l  SWELL  the  anthem,  raise  the  song, 
Praises  to  our  God  belong, 
Saints  and  angels  join  to  sing, 
Praises  to  the  heav'nly  King. 

2  Blessings  from  his  lib'ral  hand, 
Flow  around  this  happy  land  : 
Guarded  by  his  watchful  eye, 
Peace  and  freedom  we -enjoy, 

3  Here,  beneath  a  virtuous  sway, 
May  we  cheerfully  obey, 
Never  feel  oppression's  rod, 
Ever  own  and  worship  God. 

ff    4  Hark!  the  vok;e  of  nature  sings, 
Praises  to  the  King  of  kings  ; 
Let  us  join  the  choral  song, 
And  the  grateful  notes  prolong. 


Anon, 


-541 


L.  TSl.—Stonefitld. 
Praise  for  national  peace. 


1  GREAT  Ruler  of  the  earth  and  skies  ! 
A  word  of  thy  almighty  breath, 
Can  sink  the  world  or  bid  it  rise  ; 
Thy  smile  is  life,  thy  frown  is  death. 

ag    2  When  angry  nations  rush  to  arms, 

And  rage,  and  noise,  and  tumult  reign, 
And  battle  sounds  its  dire  alarms, 
And  slaughter  fills  the  trembling  plain  ; 

4i    3  Thy  sovereign  eye  looks  calmly  down, 

Marks  out  their  course  and  bounds  their 
pow'r; 
Thy  word  the  angry  nations  own, 
And  noise  and  war  are  heard  no  more. 


514  HYMNS. 

d      4  Then  peace  returns  with  balmy  wing, 

Sweet  peace !  with  her  what  blessings  fled ! 

vi        Glad  plenty  smiles,  the  valleys  sing, 
Reviving  commerce  lifts  her  head. 

5  Thou  good,  and  wise,  and  righteous  Lord, 

All  things  subserve  thy  sovereign  will: 
E'en  peace  and  war  await  thy  word, 
And  thy  sublime  decrees  fulfil. 

6  To  thee  we  pay  our  grateful  songs, 

Thy  kind  protection  still  implore : 
Oh  may  our  hearts,  and  lives,  and  tongues 
Confess  thy  goodness  and  adore. 

Steele. 


542. 


C.  M. — Windsor.     Burford. 
For  a  public  fast. 


1  SEE,  gracious  God,  before  thy  throne, 
Thy  mourning  people  bend  ! 
'Tis  on  thy  sovereign  grace  alone, 
Our  humble  hopes  depend. 

ag  2  Tremendous  judgments  from  thy  hand. 

Thy  dreadful  power  display  ; 
di        Yet  mercy  spares  this  guilty  land, 

And  yet  we  live  to  pray. 

3  Great  God,  why  is  this  nation  spared. 
Ungrateful  as  we  are  ! 
Oh  be  thy  voice  of  warning  heard, 
While  mercy  cries  forbear. 

off  4  What  sins,  what  crimes  increasing  rise. 
This  nation  to  defile  ! 
What  land  so  favor'd  of  the  skies; 
And  yet  what  land  so  vile  ! 

z  How  chang'd,  alas,  are  truths  divine, 
For  error,  guilt,  and  shame  ! 
What  impious  numbers,  bold  in  sin, 
Disgrace  the  Christian  name  ! 

di    6  Oh  !  bid  us  turn,  Almighty  Lord, 
By  thy  resistless  grace  : 
Then  shall  our  hearts  obey  thy  word, 
And  humbly  seek  thy  face. 

Steel*, 


TIMES  AND  SEASONS.  ...  FAST.  515 

£T  A  Q  S.  M.— St.  Giles.     Bridgeport. 

tjQtiJ*  For  a  fast  day. 

aff  1  MOURN,  mourn  o'er  follies  past, 
The  Spirit  griev'd  away; 
The  church  of  God  in  slumber  cast, 
While  night  succeeds  to  day. 

2  Mourn,  mourn  o'er  follies  past, 

O'er  sins  of  deepest  dye  ; 

Our  heritage  now  lies  a  waste, 

Before  th'  All-seeing  eye. 

3  Mourn,  mourn  o'er  follies  past 

And  weep  o'er  present  ills  : 

Let  Zion  give  herself  no  rest, 

Till  God  his  grace  reveals. 

4  Mourn,  mourn  o'er  follies  past, 

Forgiveness  now  implore ; 
cr         O  God,  accept  the  solemn  fast, 
And  bring  the  joyful  hour. 

M.  S 

pZA   A  C.  M.—Moreland.     Burford. 

O  4fcfK  For  a  national  fast. 

*  »     1  WHEN  Abra'm,  full  of  sacred  awe, 
Before  Jehovah  stood. 
And  with  an  humble,  fervent  prayer, 
For  guilty  Sodom  sued  . 

2  With  what  success,  what  wondrous  grace, 
Was  his  petition  crown'd? 
The  Lord  would  spare,  if  in  the  place 
Ten  righteous  men  were  found. 


Of 


Now  as  in  ancient  times? 
Or  does  our  sinful  land  exceed 
Gomorrah  in  her  crimes  ? 

4  Oh  make  us  thine,  we  bear  thy  name  ; 

Here  yet  is  thine  abode ; 
Long  has  thy  presence  blest  the  land  ; 
Forsake  us  not,  O  God  ! 

5  May  we,  O  Lord,  our  sovereign  King, 

Thy  wonted  blessings  share, 
And  know  thee  by  that  precious  name, 
The  God  who  heareth  prayer. 

Scott. 

46* 


516  HYMNS. 

KAfc  L.  M.—Rothw.U.     Park-street. 

fJQtJ*  Marriage. 

vi    i  WITH  cheerful  voices  rise  and  sing 
The  praises  of  our  God  and  King; 
For  he  alone  can  minds  unite 
In  mutual  love  and  pure  delight. 

2  Oh  may  this  pair  increasing  find 
Substantial  pleasure  of  the  mind  : 
Happy  in  all  things  may  they  be, 
And  both  united,  Lord,  to  thee. 

3  So  may  they  live  as  truly  one  ; 

And  when  their  work  on  earth  is  done, 
Rise  hand  in  hand  to  heav'n,  and  share 
The  joys  of  love  for  ever  there. 

Proud. 
£T  A  £*  C.  M.— Retirement. 

fJ^D.  Marriage. 

d      1  SINCE  Jesus  freely  did  appear, 
To  grace  a  marriage  feast ; 
O  Lord,  wTe  ask  thy  presence  here, 
To  shine  on  every  guest. 

2  Upon  the  bridal  pair  look  down, 

Who  now  have  plighted  hands  ; 
Their  union  with  thy  favor  crown  ; 
And  bless  the  nuptial  bands. 

3  In  purest  love,  these  souls  unite, 

That  they,  with  Christian  care, 
May  make  domestic  burdens  light, 

By  taking  mutual  share. 
di     4  And  when  the  solemn  hour  shall  come, 

And  life's  short  space  be  o'er ; 
cr         May  they  in  triumph  reach  that  home, 

Where  they  shall  part  no  more. 

Berridge, 
pf   Afy  L.  M.— Stonefield.     Rolhwell 

Q4ti  /  #  For  Mariners. 

mce  1  GOD  of  the  seas,  thine  awful  voice, 
Bids  all  the  rolling  waves  rejoice  j 

p  And  one  soft  word  of  thy  command, 

cr — p  Can  sink  them  silent  on  the  sand. 

1  '     2  If  but  a  prophet  wave  thy  rod, 

The  sea  divides  and  owns  its  God: 
The  mighty  floods  their  Maker  know, 
And  let  his  chosen  armies  through  ! 


TIMES  AND  SEASONS. . .  .MARINERS.  oti 

3  The  watery  tribes  his  voice  obey, 
And  when  he  speaks,  their  tribute  pay; 
ag       And  when  the  howling  tempest  raves, 
He  walks  upon  the  foaming  waves. 

f     4  And  is  thy  glorious  power  ador'd, 
Amid  these  watery  wonders,  Lord  ! 
Do  the  bold  men  that  trace  the  seas, 
Acknowledge  God  in  all  their  ways  ? 

5  Oh  for  some  signal  of  thy  pow'r  ! 

ft         Hasten  the  bright,  the  promis'd  hour, 

When  all  the  fulness  of  the  sea, 

Shall  be  converted  unto  thee. 


548. 


C.  M. — Stonefield.     ex. 
A  storm  at  sea. 


rif  1  THE  billows  swell,  the  winds  are  high, 

Clouds  overcast  the  dark'ning  sky, 
di        Out  of  the  depths  to  thee  we  call, 
ag       Our  fear  is  great,  our  strength  is  small. 

2  Thy  hand  can  wonders  still  perform, 
O  guide  and  guard  us  through  the  storm. 
di        Defend  us  from  the  threat'ning  ill ; 
— p      Say  to  the  waters,  "  Peace,  be  still." 

cr    3  Amid  the  roaring  of  the  sea, 

Our  anxious  souls  look  up  to  thee; 

off       Thy  constant  love,  thy  faithful  care, 
Alone  can  save  us  from  despair. 

ag    4  Though  tempest-tost,  and  half  a  wreck, 
The  Saviour  through  the  floods  we  seek: 

di        To  him  alone  will  we  complain, 

Amid  the  winds  and  stormy  main. 

Coitper. 
/T4Q  L.  M.— Retirement.    Fabius. 

*J^t*J  •  For  mariners. 

P        1  WHEN  o'er  the  mighty  deep  we  rode, 
By  winds  and  storms  assail'd  ; 
We  call'd  upon  the  ocean's  God, 
Whose  mercy  never  fail'd. 

2  The  raging  tempest  heard  thy  voice, 
di  The  winds  obey'd  thy  will ; 

The  elements  withheld  their  noise, 
— p  And  all  the  floods  were  still. 


548  HYMNS. 

cr    3  With  joy  we  hail'd  the  distant  shore, 
And  safe  the  vessel  moor'd: 
With  grateful  hearts,  that  happy  hour, 
We  prais'd  the  ocean's  Lord. 

di    4  Thus,  while  o'er  floods  and  seas  we  roam, 
Thy  goodness  still  we  see; 
Though  distant  from  our  native  home. 
We  are  not  far  from  thee. 

5  And  when  the  voyage  of  life  is  past, 
And  we  are  call'd  to  die; 
cr        Oh  may  we  see  thy  face  at  last, 
In  realms  beyond  the  sky. 

f     6  Then  as  we  join  th'  ethereal  bands, 
Beyond  the  swelling  wave ; 
We'll  praise  thee  with  uplifted  hands, 


m.  s. 


550. 


C.  M.    Double. — Moravian. 
Deliverance  in  a  sea-storm. 


off  1  OUR  little  bark,  on  boist'rous  seas, 

By  cruel  tempest  tost, 
Without  one  cheering  beam  of  hope, 

Expecting  to  be  lost; 
We  to  the  Lord,  in  humble  prayer, 

Breath'd  out  our  sad  distress  ; 
Though  feeble,  yet  with  contrite  hearts, 

We  sought  returning  peace. 

di    2  The  stormy  winds  thy  voice  obey'd, 
The  waves  no  more  did  roll ; 
At  thy  command,  a  placid  sea 
— p        Spake  comfort  to  the  soul : 
vi.f  Well  may  our  grateful,  trembling  hearts, 
Sweet  hallelujahs  sing, 
To  him  who  hath  our  lives  preserved, 


551 


Our  Saviour  and  our  King. 


C.  M.    Double. — Retirement.    Spring. 
Spring  of  the  year. 


vi.  d  1  WHILE  beauty  clothes  the  fertile  vale, 
And  blossoms  on  the  spray; 
And  fragrance  breathes  in  every  gale, 
How  sweet  the  vernal  day  ! 


TIMES  AND  SEASONS.... OF  THE  YEAR.  549 

Hark  !  how  the  feather d  warblers  sing ! 
'Tis  nature's  cheerful  voice; 
;;  Soft  music  hails  the  lovely  spring, 

cr  And  woods  and  fields  rejoice. 

p      2  How  kind  the  influ'nce  of  the  skies 
cr  While  show'rs  with  blessings  fraught, 

Bid  verdure,  beauty,  fragrance  rise, 
And  fix  the  roving  thought ! 
w        O  let  my  wond'ring  heartconfess. 
With  gratitude  and  love. 
The  bounteous  Hand  that  deigns  to  bless 
Each  smiling  field  and  grove. 


Can  bid  each  virtue  live  ; 
While  gentle  show'rs  of  grace  divine, 
Life,  beauty,  fragrance  give : 
off      O  God  of  nature,  God  of  grace! 
Thy  heav'nly  gifts  impart, 
And  bid  sweet  meditation  trace 
Spring  blooming  in  my  heart. 


Steele. 


552. 


C.  IL—RotkmeU.     Luton. 
The  summer  harvest. 


vi    1  TO  praise  the  ever  bounteous  Lord, 
My  soul,  wake  all  thy  pow'rs  ; 

He  calls,  and  at  his  voice  come  forth 
The  smiling  harvest  hours. 

2  His  cov'nant  with  the  earth  he  keeps, 

My  tongue  his  goodness  sing; 
Summer  and  winter  know  their  time, 
The  harvest  crowns  the  spring. 

3  Wrell  pleas'd,the  husbandmen  behold 

The  waving  yellow  crop. 
With  joy  they  bear  the  sheaves  away, 
di  And  sow  again  in  hope. 

4  Thus  teach  me,  gracious  God,  to  sow 

The  seeds  of  righteousness; 

cr        Smile  on  my  soul,  and  with  thy  beams 

The  rip'ning  harvest  bless. 

Netdharr.. 


650  HYMNS. 

£C£CQ         7's  and  G's.—  Amsterdam.     Whitefield.    Geneva. 
f.JtJtJm  A  winter's  day. 

vi     1  TIME  is  winging-  us  away 

To  our  eternal  home : 
Life  is  but  a  winter's  day, 

A  journey  to  the  tomb  : 
Youth  and  vigour  soon  will  flee, 

Blooming  beauty  lose  its  charms; 
All  that's  mortal  soon  will  be 

Enclos'd  in  death's  cold  arms. 

2  Time  is  winging  us  away 

To  our  eternal  home : 
Life  is  but  a  winter's  day, 

A  journey  to  the  tomb  : 
But  the  Christian  shall  enjoy 

Health  and  beauty  soon  above  ; 
Far  beyond  the  world's  alloy, 

Secure  in  Jesus'  love. 

Burton 

KKA  C-  M-— Windsor.     Bur/ord. 

vt/*db«  Human  frailty;  or,  the  closing  year. 

off  1  THEE  we  adore,  eternal  Name, 
And  humbly  own  to  thee, 
How  feeble  is  our  mortal  frame, 
What  dying  worms  are  we. 

2  The  year  rolls  round,  and  steals  away 

The  breath  at  first  it  gave ; 

Whatever  we  do,  where'er  we  be, 

We're  trav'ling  to  the  grave. 

3  Dangers  stand  thick  through  all  the  ground 

Wherever  we  may  roam; 
And  fierce  diseases  wait  around, 
To  urge  us  to  the  tomb. 

4  Great  God  !  on  what  a  slender  thread 

Hang  everlasting  things, 
Th'  eternal  state  of  all  the  dead, 
Upon  life's  feeble  strings. 

5  Infinite  joy  or  endless  wo 

Attends  on  every  breath  ! 
And  yet  how  unconcern'd  we  go, 
Upon  the  brink  of  death  ! 


TDIES  AND  SEASONS.... OF  THE  YEAR.  5&: 

6  Waken,  0  Lord,  our  drowsy  sense, 

To  walk  this  dang'rous  road  : 

And  if  our  souls  be  hurried  hence. 


555, 


May  they  be  found  with  God. 

L.  VL.—RotkweU.     Lulon. 
The  new  vear. 


1  GREAT  God,  we  sing  that  mighty  hand 
By  which  supported,  still  we  stand  ; 
The  opening  year  thy  mercy  shows, 
Let  mercy  crown  it,  till  it  close. 

2  By  day,  by  night,  at  home,  abroad, 
Still  are  we  guarded  by  our  God  ; 
By  his  incessant  bounty  fed, 

By  his  unerring  counsel  led. 

3  With  grateful  hearts,  the  past  we  own  ; 
The  future,  all  to  us  unknown, 

We  to  thy  guardian  care  commit, 
And  peaceful  leave  at  Jesus'  feet. 

4  In  scenes  exalted  or  depress'd, 
Thou  art  our  hope,  our  joy,  our  rest ; 
Thy  goodness,  through  life's  changing  days 

f         Shall  raise  the  song  of  grateful  praise. 

p      5  When  death  shall  interrupt  these  songs, 
And  seal  in  silence  mortal  tongues, 

cr        Our  helper,  God,  in  whom  we  trust. 

In  better  worlds  our  souls  shall  boast. 

Doddridge. 

IZPZf*  L-  M.— Rothweli.    Stonefield. 

^JtJyJ*  The  new  year. 

vi     1  ETERNAL  source  of  every  joy  ! 

Well  may  thy  praise  our  lips  employ, 
While  in  thy  temple  we  appear, 
To  hail  thee  Sovereign  of  the  year. 

2  Wide  as  the  wheels  of  nature  roll, 

Thy  hand  supports  and  guides  the  whole; 
The  sun  is  taught  by  thee  to  rise, 
And  darkness  when  to  veil  the  skies. 

[3  The  flow'ry  spring,  at  thy  command, 
Perfumes  the  air  and  paints  the  land  ; 
The  summer  rays  with  vigor  shine, 
To  raise  the  corn  and  cheer  the  vine. 


HYMNS. 

4  Thy  hand,  in  autumn,  richly  pours 
Throughout  our  land  redundant  stores  j 
And  winters,  softened  by  thy  care, 

No  more  the  face  of  terror  wear.] 

5  Seasons,  and  months,  and  weeks,  and  days, 
Demand  successive  songs  of  praise  ; 
And  be  the  grateful  homage  paid, 

With  morning  light  and  evening  shade. 

Doddridge. 


557 


M. — Seasons.     Repose. 
The  new  year. 


d      1  GOD  of  my  life,  thy  constant  care 

With  mercy  crowns  the  op'ning  year, 
And  while  the  months  and  days  prolong, 
I'll  raise  to  thee  my  grateful  song. 

off  2  How  many  precious  souls  have  fled 
To  the  vast  regions  of  the  dead, 
Since  the  departed  year  began, 
While  suns  and  moons  in  circles  ran ! 

ag   3  Our  breath  is  thine,  eternal  God, 
'Tis  thine  to  fix  the  soul's  abode: 
We  hold  our  life  from  thee  alone, 
On  earth  and  in  the  world  unknown. 

d      4  To  thee  our  souls  we  here  resign, 
O  make  us,  Lord,  for  ever  thine  ; 
So  may  we  smile  secure  from  fear, 
Though  death  should  blast  the  rising  year 


558. 


C.  M. — Moreland.     Burford. 
The  new  year. 


1  NOW,  gracious  Lord,  thine  arm  reveal, 
And  make  thy  glory  known  ; 
d  Make  us  the  Saviour's  presence  feel, 

And  soften  hearts  of  stone. 
off  2  B'rom  all  the  guilt  of  former  sin, 
May  mercy  set  us  free ; 
And  let  the  year  we  now  begin, 
Begin  and  end  with  thee. 
3  Send  down  thy  Spirit  from  above, 
That  saints  may  love  thee  more  ; 
That  sinners  now  may  learn  to  love 
Who  never  loved  before. 


AFFLICTIONS.  S 

And  when  before  thee  we  appear, 

In  our  eternal  home, 
May  growing  numbers  worship  here, 

And  praise  thee  in  our  room. 


AFFLICTIONS." 


C.  M.— Chester.    Retirement. 
Presence  of  God  in  affliction. 


559. 

aff   1  THY  gracious  presence,  O  my  God, 
Can  sooth  my  inward  pains ; 
With  this,  beneath  affliction's  load, 
My  heart  no  more  complains. 

2  This  can  my  every  care  control, 
And  gild  each  scene  with  light ; 
cr        This  is  the  sunshine  of  the  soul; 
di  Without  it  all  is  night. 

vi    3  My  Lord,  my  life,  O  cheer  my  heart 
With  thy  reviving  ray  ; 
And  bid  these  mournful  shades  depart, 
And  bring  the  dawn  of  day. 

d      4  0  happy  scenes  of  pure  delight, 
Where  thy  full  beams  arise ! 
Unclouded  beauty  to  the  sight, 
Sweet  rapture  and  surprise ! 

di     5  Lord,  shall  these  breathings  of  my  heart 
Aspire  in  vain  to  thee  ? 
Confirm  my  hope,  that  where  thou  art 
I  shall  for  ever  be. 

cr    6  Then  shall  my  cheerful  spirit  sing 
The  darkest  hours  away  ; 
And  rise  on  faith's  expanding  wing, 
To  everlasting  day. 

Steele. 


See  Experimental,  Death,  &c,  also  PSAU$a  fjB,  102,  119,  143, 
47 


5&1  HYMNS. 

£T/>/\  S.  M.— St.  Giles. 

t/Uv»  Presence  of  the  Saviour  desired. 

aff  1  WHEN  gloomy  doubts  and  fears 
The  trembling  soul  invade, 
And  all  the  face  of  nature  wears 
A  universal  shade — 
ex    2  Thy  presence  can  assuage 
The  tempest  of  the  soul; 
The  billows,  Lord,  shall  cease  to  rage, 
At  thy  divine  control. 
p      3  Oh,  let  me  feel  thy  power, 
And  find  the  sweet  relief; 
Now  cheer  the  dark  and  gloomy  hour, 
And  charm  away  my  grief! 

Lutheran  Colt 
Kf*~\  C.  M.—  Chester. 

*-)  \)  JL  •  The  request— contentment. 

d      1  FATHER,  whate'er  of  earthly  bliss 
Thy  sovereign  hand  denies, 
Accepted  at  thy  throne  of  grace, 
Let  this  petition  rise. 

2  "  Give  me  a  calm,  a  thankful  heart, 

From  every  murmur  free  ; 
The  blessings  of  thy  grace  impart, 
And  make  me  live  to  thee. 

3  "  Let  the  sweet  hope  that  I  am  thine, 

My  life  and  death  attend ; 
Thy  presence  through  my  journey  shine, 
And  crown  my  journey's  end." 

Steele. 
p£f*@  7's.     6  lines.— Nuremburgh. 

tJ  \J/&  •  The  child-like  temper. 

d      1  QUIET,  Lord,  my  froward  heart, 

Make  me  teachable  and  mild : 
Upright,  simple,  free  from  art, 

Make  me  as  a  weaned  child : 
From  distrust  and  envy  free, 
Pleas'd  with  all  that  pleases  thee. 
2  As  the  little  one  relies 

On  a  care  beyond  its  own, 
Knows  he's  neither  strong  nor  wise, 

Fears  to  move  one  step  alone: 
Let  me  thus  with  thee  abide, 
As  my  Father,  Guard,  and  Guide. 


L.  M. —  Vernon.     Daricen. 
Praver  in  affliction. 


AFFLICTIONS.  &66 

3  Keep  me  from  the  tempter's  wiles, 
Safe  from  dangers,  free  from  fears; 
Let  me  live  upon  thy  smiles, 
or  Till  the  promis'd  hour  appears, 

When  the  sons  of  God  shall  prove 
/  All  their  Fathers  boundless  love. 

Anon. 

563. 

off  1  GOD  of  my  life,  to  thee  I  call, 
Afflicted,  at  thy  feet  I  fall ; 
Oh  !  while  the  swelling  floods  prevail, 
Leave  not  my  trembling  heart  to  fail. 

2  Did  ever  mourner  plead  with  thee. 
And  thou  refuse  the  humble  plea? 
Does  not  the  word  still  fix'd  remain, 
That  none  shall  seek  thy  face  in  vain. 

3  That  were  a  grief  I  could  not  bear. 
Didst  thou  not  hear  and  answer  prayer : 
The  promise  of  a  faithful  God 
Supports  me  under  every  load. 

4  Should  I  be  poor,  despis'd,  forgot, 
Yet  God,  my  God,  forgets  me  not ; 
That  man  is  safe  and  must  succeed, 
For  whom  the  Lord  vouchsafes  to  plead. 

Cowper 

ELCZA  L.  U.—  Uzbridgt.     Duke-street. 

*J\J^»  Prayer  answered  by  crosses. 

M     II  ASK'D  the  Lord  that  I  might  grow 
In  faith,  and  love,  and  every  grace  ; 
Might  more  of  his  salvation  know, 
And  seek  more  earnestly  his  face. 

[2  'Twas  he  who  taught  me  thus  to  pray, 
And  he,  I  trust,  has  heard  my  prayer, 
And  answer'd,  though  in  such  a  way, 
As  led  me  almost  to  despair.] 

3  I  thought  that  in  some  favor'd  hour, 
At  once  he'd  answer  my  request: 
And  by  his  love's  constraining  power, 
Subdue  my  sins  and  give  me  rest. 


861  HYMNS. 

aff  4  Instead  of  this,  he  made  me  feel 

The  hidden  evils  of  my  heart; 

And  let  the  angry  pow'rs  of  hell 

Assault  my  soul  in  every  part. 

[5  Yea  more ;  with  his  own  hand  he  seem'd 
Intent  to  aggravate  my  wo  : 
Cross'd  every  purpose  I  had  schem'd, 
Blasted  my  hopes,  and  laid  me  low.] 

6  "  Lord,  why  is  this  ?"  I  trembling  cried, 

"  Wilt  thou  pursue  my  soul  to  death?" 
"  'Tis  in  this  way,"  the  Lord  replied, 
"  I  answer  prayer  for  grace  and  faith 

7  "  These  inward  trials  I  employ, 

From  self  and  pride  to  set  thee  free ; 
And  break  thy  schemes  of  earthly  joy, 
That  thou  may'st  seek  thy  all  in  me." 

Newton. 


565. 


8's  and  7's. — Aberdeen.    Gently,  Lord. 
In  affliction. 


d      1  GENTLY,  Lord,  O  gently  lead  us, 
Through  this  lowly  vale  of  tears; 
Through  the  trials  still  decreed  us, 
Till  our  last  great  change  appears. 

2  When  temptation's  darts  assail  us, 
When  in  devious  paths  we  stray, 
Let  thy  goodness  never  fail  us, 
Lead  us  in  thy  perfect  way. 

ag    3  In  the  hour  of  pain  and  anguish, 

In  the  hour  when  death  draws  near, 
Suffer  not  our  hearts  to  languish, 
Suffer  not  our  souls  to  fear. 

d     4  And  when  mortal  life  is  ended, 
Bid  us  in  thine  arms  to  rest; 
Till  by  angel  bands  attended, 
We  awake  among  the  blest. 

S.  Sotiga. 
tf  /£  /*  C.  M. —  Windsor.     But  ford. 

vUl/i  In  deep  affliction. 

off  1  WHY  should  a  living  man  complain 
Of  deep  distress  within, 
Since  every  sorrow,  every  pain, 
Is  but  the  fruit  of  sin  ? 


AFFLICTIONS.  »7 

di    2  No,  I  will  patiently  submit 
Nor  ever  dare  rebel  : 
Yet,  prostrate  at  the  Saviour's  feet 
My  griefs  to  him  I  tell. 
ag    3  He  sees  what  floods  of  sorrow  rise 
And  beat  upon  my  soul: 
Deep  unto  deep,  loud  murm'ring  cries, 
Billows  on  billows  roll. 

4  From  fear  to  hope,  from  hope  to  fear 

My  shipwreck'd  soul  is  toss'd 
Till  I  am  tempted,  in  despair, 
To  give  up  all  for  lost. 

5  Yet  through  the  stormy  clouds  I'll  look 

Once  more  to  thee,  my  God: 
Oh  fix  my  feet  upon  a  rock, 
Beyond  the  gaping  flood  ! 
d      6  One  beam  of  mercy  from  thy  face, 
Will  set  my  heart  at  ease  ; 
One  all  commanding  word  of  grace, 
Will  make  the  tempest  cease. 

(Rennet 
KfVy  CL  M.— Retirement. 

Wvli  Hope  in  trouble. 

aff   1  WHEN  musing  sorrow  weeps  the  past, 
And  mourns  the  present  pain  ; 
'Tis  sweet  to  think  of  peace  at  last, 
And  feel  that  death  is  gain. 
di    2  'Tis  not  that  mourning  thoughts  arise, 
And  dread  a  Father's  will ; 
Tis  not  that  meek  submission  flies, 
And  would  not  suffer  still : — 
cr    3  It  is  that  heav'n-born  faith  surveys 
The  path  that  leads  to  light ; 
And  longs  her  eagle  plumes  to  raise, 
And  lose  herself  in  sight. 
vi     4  It  is  that  hope  with  ardor  glows, 
To  see  Him  face  to  face, 
Whose  dying  love  no  language  knows 
Sufficient  art  to  trace. 
ag    5  It  is  that  harass'd  conscience  feels 
The  pangs  of  struggling  sin; 
And  sees,  though  far,  the  hand  that  heals, 
And  eiids  the  strife  within. 
47* 


S6B  HYMNS. 

d      6  O  let  me  wing  my  hallo  w'd  flight 
From  earth-born  wo  and  care , 
And  soar  above  these  clouds  of  night, 
My  Saviour's  bliss  to  share. 

No* 
£^/>Q  C.  L.  M. — Tune,  Go  watch  and  pray. 

<JlJO»  Faith  struggling  in  darkness. 

aff  1  OH  let  my  trembling  soul  be  still, 
While  darkness  veils  the  sky ; 
And  wait  thy  wise,  thy  holy  will, 

Wrapt  yet  in  mystery: 
I  cannot,  Lord,  thy  purpose  see, 
But  all  is  well,  since  rul'd  by  thee. 
di    2  Thus  trusting  in  thy  love,  I  tread 
The  path  of  duty  on: 
What  though  some  cherish'd  joys  are  fled 
Some  flatt'ring  dreams  are  gone? 
cr        Yet  purer,  brighter  joys  remain  j 

Why  should  my  spirit  then  complain ! 

Gems. 
Kf*f\  L.  M.— Seasons.     Uxbridge 

*J\J*J»  Human  weakness— Christ  our  strength.  2  Cor.  xii.  7,  9,  1ft, 

I  '     1  LET  me  but  hear  my  Saviour  say, 
"  Strength  shall  be  equal  to  thy  day." 

cr        Then  I  rejoice  in  deep  distress, 
Leaning  on  all-sufficient  grace. 

2  I  can  do  all  things,  or  can  bear 
All  suff'ring,  if  my  Lord  be  there  ; 

d  Sweet  pleasures  mingle  with  the  pains, 

While  his  soft  hand  my  head  sustains. 

3  I  glory  in  infirmity, 

That  Christ's  own  pow'r  may  rest  on  me  j 
When  I  am  weak,  then  am  I  strong: 
Grace  is  my  shield  and  Christ  my  song. 

p^J^ff\  C.  M.—Re??ie7nbrance.     Dunchurch. 

*J  I  \J •  Confidence  in  God. 

d      10  LORD,  I  would  delight  in  thee, 
And  on  thy  care  depend  ; 
To  thee  in  every  trouble  flee, 
My  best,  my  only  Friend. 
2  When  all  created  streams  are  dried. 
Thy  fulness  is  the  same : 
May  I  with  this  be  satisfied, 
And  glory  in  thy  name. 


AFFLICTIONS.  8 

3  Why  should  the  soul  a  drop  bemoan, 

Who  has  a  fountain  near! 
A  fountain  which  will  ever  run 
With  waters  sweet  and  clear. 

4  No  good  in  creatures  can  be  found 

But  may  be  found  in  thee  ; 
I  must  have  all  things  and  abound, 
While  God  is  God  to  me. 

5  O  Lord,  I  cast  my  care  on  thee, 

I  triumph  and  adore  ; 
Henceforth  my  great  concern  shall  be 
To  love  and  praise  thee  more. 

Dr.  Ryiand. 

prry  1  C.  M.—Koctester.    Fabius. 

t/  I   It  Submission  to  afflictive  providences. 

'  I     1  NAKED  as  from  the  earth  we  came. 
And  rose  to  life  at  first, 
We  to  the  earth  return  again. 
And  mingle  with  the  dust. 

[2  The  dear  delights  we  here  enjoy, 
And  fondly  call  our  own, 
Are  only  favors  borrow'd  now. 
To  be  repaid  anon.] 

3  'Tis  God  who  lifts  our  comforts  high, 
Or  sinks  them  in  the  grave  ; 
He  gives,  and  blessed  be  his  name, 
He  takes  but  what  he  gave. 

di     5  Peace,  all  our  rising  passions,  then  ; 
Let  each  rebellious  sigh 
Be  silent  at  his  sovereign  will, 
— pp       And  every  murmur  die. 

d      5  If  smiling  mercy  crowns  our  lives, 
Its  praises  shall  be  spread : 
ag   And  we'll  adore  that  justice  too, 

Which  strikes  our  comforts  dead. 


572 


L.  M. — Seasons.     Vernon. 
Comfort  amidst  sufferings. 

1  NOW  let  the  Lord  my  Saviour  smile, 
And  show  my  name  upon  his  heart; 
I  would  forget  my  pains  awhile, 

Sooth'd  by  the  Great  Physician's  art 


MO  HYMNS. 

aff  2  But  O  it  swells  my  sorrows  high, 

To  see  my  blessed  Saviour  frown : 
di        My  spirits  sink,  my  comforts  die, 
— p  And  all  the  springs  of  life  are  down. 

'  '     3  Yet  why,  my  soul,  these  sad  complaints  ! 
cr  Still  while  he  frowns  his  name  is  Love , 

Still  on  his  heart  he  bears  his  saints, 
Their  sorrows  his  compassion  move. 

4  Their  names  are  printed  on  his  breast, 
The  letters  shall  securely  stand  ; 
The  characters  have  been  impress'd 
By  the  Eternal  Father's  hand. 

d      5  Then  let  my  minutes  smoothly  run, 

While  here  I  wait  my  Father's  will ; 
His  hand  unseen  shall  lead  me  on. 


573. 


Till  I  awake  in  heav'n  to  dwell. 

L.  C.  M. — Resignation. 
Resignation. 


d      1  OH  Lord,  in  sorrow  I  resign, 

And  bow  to  that  dear  hand  of  thine, 

While  yet  the  rod  appears  : 
p  That  hand  can  wipe  these  streaming  eyea 

cr        Or  into  smiles  of  glad  surprise 

Transform  these  falling  tears. 

d      2  My  sole  possession  is  thy  love : 

On  earth  beneath,  in  heav'n  above, 

I  have  no  other  store  ; 
And  though  with  fervor  now  I  pray, 
And  importune  thee  night  and  day, 

I  cannot  ask  for  more. 

Genu. 


574 


C.  M. — Retirement. 
Resignation  and  gratitude. 

1  WHILE  thee  I  seek,  Protecting  Pow'r, 

Be  my  vain  wishes  still'd; 

And  may  this  consecrated  hour 

With  better  hopes  be  fill'd. 

2  Thy  love  the  pow'r  of  thought  bestow'd, 

To  thee  my  thoughts  would  soar  j 
Thy  mercy  o'er  my  life  has  flow'd, 
That  mercy  I  adore. 


AFFLICTIONS.  6 

3  In  each  event  of  life,  how  clear 

Thy  ruling  hand  I  see  ! 
Each  blessing  to  my  soul  most  dear, 
Because  conferr'd  by  thee ! 

4  In  every  joy  that  crowns  my  days, 

In  every  pain  I  bear, 
My  heart  shall  find  delight  in  praise, 
Or  seek  relief  in  prayer. 

cr    5  When  gladness  wings  my  favor'd  hour 
Thy  love  my  thoughts  shall  fill ; 
Resign'd  when  storms  of  sorrow  low;r, 
My  soul  shall  meet  thy  will. 

6  My  lifted  eye,  without  a  tear, 
The  gath'ring  storm  shall  see, 
My  steadfast  heart  shall  know  no  fear, 
That  heart  will  rest  on  thee. 

William* 
£-ry£T  C.  M.—  Chester.     Refuge. 

*J  I  tJ*  Filial  Submission. 

aff  1  AND  can  my  heart  aspire  so  high, 
To  say—"  My  Father,  God?" 
Lord,  at  thy  feet  I  fain  would  lie, 
And  learn  to  kiss  the  rod. 

2  I  would  submit  to  all  thy  will, 

For  thou  art  good  and  wise; 
Let  each  rebellious  thought  be  still, 
Nor  one  faint  murmur  rise. 

3  Thy  love  can  cheer  the  darkest  gloom. 

And  bid  me  wait  serene ; 
Till  hopes  and  joys  immortal  bloom, 
And  brighten  all  the  scene. 

4  "  My  Father,  God !"  permit  my  heart 

To  plead  her  humble  claim, 
And  ask  the  bliss  those  words  impart, 
In  my  Redeemer's  name. 

Steel*. 
C.  M.-~ Moravian. 
Submission. 

1   O  LORD,  my  best  desires  fulfil, 
And  help  me  to  resign 
Life,  health,  and  comfort,  to  thy  will, 
And  make  thy  pleasure  mine. 


576 


868  HYMNS. 

ag    2  Why  should  I  shrink  at  thy  command, 
While  love  forbids  my  fears  ? 
Or  tremble  at  the  gracious  hand 
That  wipes  away  my  tears  ? 

di     3  No,  let  me  rather  freely  yield 
What  most  I  prize,  to  thee  ; 
Thou  never  hast  a  good  withheld, 
Or  wilt  withhold,  from  me. 

cr     4  Thy  favor  all  my  journey  through, 
Shall  be  my  rich  supply  : 
What  else  I  want,  or  think  I  do, 
Let  wisdom  still  deny. 

[5  Wisdom  and  mercy  guide  my  way  . 
Shall  I  resist  them  both  ? 
A  pocr,  blind  creature  of  a  day, 
And  crush'd  before  the  moth  !  J 

aff  6  But  ah  !  my  inward  spirit  cries, 
Still  bind  me  to  thy  sway; 
Else  the  next  cloud  that  veils  my  skies 
Drives  all  these  thoughts  away. 

Coitper. 


577 


L.  M.— Sterling.     Duke-street. 
•  Submission  and  deliverance — Abraham  offering  hie  son. 
Gen.  xxii.  6. 


1  SAINTS,  at  your  heav'nly  Father's  word 
Give  up  your  comforts  to  the  Lord  ; 
He  shall  restore  what  you  resign, 
Or  grant  you  blessings  more  divine. 

[2  So  Abra'm  with  obedient  hand 
Led  forth  his  son  at  God's  command, 
The  wood,  the  fire,  the  knife  he  took, 
Prepar'd  to  give  the  fatal  stroke. 

3  |  Abra'm,  forbear,"  the  angel  cried, 

';  Thy  faith  is  known,  thy  love  is  tried  j 
Thy  son  shall  live,  and  in  thy  seed 
Shall  the  whole  earth  be  blest  indeed !"] 

4  Oft  in  the  most  distressing  hour, 
The  Lord  displays  deliv'ring  power: 
The  mount  of  danger  is  the  place, 
Where  we  shall  find  surprising  grace 


578. 


AFFLICTIONS. 

C.  L.  M. — Tune,  Go  watch  and  pray. 
Blessedness  of  submission  in  trials. 


d      1  WHEN  I  can  trust  my  all  with  God 
in  trial's  fearful  hour, 
Bow  all-resign'd  beneath  his  rod, 
And  bless  his  sparing  pow'r  ; 
cr         A  joy  springs  up  amid  distress, 

A  fountain  in  the  wilderness. 
ag   2  Oh  !  to  be  brought  to  Jesus'  feet, 
Though  trials  fix  me  there, 
Is  still  a  privilege  most  sweet, 

For  he  will  hear  my  prayer; 
Though  sighs  and  tears  its  language  be, 
The  Lord  is  nigh  to  answer  me. 
d      3  Oh  !  blessed  be  the  hand  that  gave, 
Still  blessed  when  it  takes; 
Blessed  be  he  who  smites  to  save, 
Who  heals  the  heart  he  breaks  : 
Perfect  and  true  are  all  his  ways, 
Whom  heav'n  adores  and  death  obeys. 

Gem*. 


579. 


6?s  and  5's.     Peculiar.—  Yes,  I  icill  extol  thee. 
Consolation. 


1  WHY  that  look  of  sadness? 

Why  that  downcast  eye  ? 
Can  no  thought  of  gladness 

Lift  thy  soul  on  high  ? 
O  thou  heir  of  heaven, 

Think  of  Jesus'  love, 
While  to  thee  is  given 

All  his  grace  to  prove. 

2  Is  thy  burden'd  spirit 

Agoniz'd  for  sin  ? 
Think  of  Jesus'  merit; 

He  can  make  thee  clean : 
Think  of  Calv'ry's  mountain, 

Where  his  blood  was  spilt 
In  that  precious  fountain, 

Wash  away  thy  guilt. 

3  Is  thy  spirit  drooping  ? 

Is  the  tempter  near? 
Still  in  Jesus  hoping, 
What  hast  thou  to  fear? 


1IYMNS. 


ag        Set  the  prize  before  thee, 
Gird  thy  armor  on  : 
Heir  of  grace  and  glory, 
Struggle  for  thy  crown. 


£.  Song: 


580. 


S.  M.— Aylesbury.     Clapton.    Dover. 
Affliction  blessed. 


d      1  HOW  tender  is  thy  hand, 
O  thou  beloved  Lord  ! 
Afflictions  come  at  thy  command, 
And  leave  us  at  thy  word. 

2  How  gentle  was  the  rod 

That  chasten'd  us  for  sin ! 
How  soon  we  found  a  smiling  God 
Where  deep  distress  had  been  ! 

3  A  Father's  hand  we  felt, 

A  Father's  heart  we  knew ; 
With  tears  of  penitence  we  knelt. 
And  found  his  word  was  true. 

4  We  told  him  all  our  grief; 

We  thought  of  Jesus'  love  ; 
cr        A  sense  of  pardon  brought  relief, 
And  bade  our  pangs  remove. 

vi     5  Now  we  will  bless  the  Lord, 

And  in  his  strength  confide  : 
For  ever  be  his  name  ador'd, 
For  there  is  none  beside. 

Mother's  H.  Book. 

/TO  "I  C.  M.— Moravian. 

vO X  •  Sickness  and  recovery. 

1  MY  God,  thy  service  well  demands 

The  remnant  of  my  days ; 
Why  was  this  fleeting  breath  renew'd, 
But  to  renew  thy  praise  ? 

2  Thine  arm  of  everlasting  love 

Did  this  weak  frame  sustain, 
di         When  life  was  hovering  o'er  the  grave, 
And  nature  sunk  with  pain. 

p      3  Calmly  I  bow'd  my  fainting  head 
On  thy  dear  faithful  breast ; 
Pleas'd  to  obey  my  Father's  call 
To  his  eternal  rest. 


•I 


AFFLICTIONS.  » 

4  Into  thy  hands,  my  Saviour  God, 

Did  I  my  all  resign ; 
In  firm  dependance  on  tnat  truth 
Which  made  salvation  mine. 

5  Back  from  the  borders  of  the  grave, 

At  thy  command  I  come  : 
Nor  will  I  ask  a  speedier  flight 
To  my  celestial  home. 

6  Where  thou  appointest  mine  abode, 

There  would  I  choose  to  be; 
For  in  thy  presence,  death  is  life, 
And  earth  is  heav'n  with  thee. 

Doddridge. 


532. 


8's. — Birmingham.     Ludlow. 
Sickness. 


d       1  HOW  frail  are  these  bodies  of  clay  ! 
How  soon  all  their  vigor  is  lost ! 
They  flourish  in  beauty  to-day, 
To-morrow  they  mingle  in  dust. 

2  So  flowers  in  the  morning  may  rise, 

Unfolding  their  leaves  to  the  sun  ; 
While  the  breath  of  each  zephyr  that  sighs, 
May  blast  them,  and  soon  they  are  gone. 

3  Afflictions  spring  not  from  the  ground 

Diseases  our  Sovereign  obey ; 
His  hand  can  heal  every  wound, 
Or  fill  us  with  death  and  dismay. 

4  We  lie  at  thy  sovereign  control, 

O  Lord,  in  this  hour  of  distress ; 
aff       Physician  of  body  and  soul, 

Send  down  thy  recovering  grace. 

5  Oh  !  speak,  and  the  dear  one  shall  live, 

Jehovah,  almighty  to  save  ? 
— vi    At  thy  voice  e'en  the  dead  shall  revive, 
And  triumph  at  last  o'er  the  grave. 


583, 


Mother's  U.  Bosk. 

8's.— Solitude,    ex. 
In  sickness. 


aff  I  O  JESUS,  my  Lord  and  my  God! 

Jehovah,  almighty  to  save ! 
p  I  faint  at  the  stroke  of  thy  rod, 

Mid  darknes,  despair,  and  the  grave: 
48 


666  HYMNS. 

cr        One  touch  of  thy  mercy  can  heal, 

One  look  from  thine  eye  can  relieve, 
One  whisper  thy  love  can  reveal, 
And  bid  me  salvation  receive. 

2  I  own  thy  chastisement  is  just, 

Nor  utter  one  murmuring  word  ; 
And  should  I  descend  to  the  dust, 

Still  righteousness  dwells  With  the  Lord, 
My  folly  and  sin  I  deplore ; 

The  guilt  of  my  soul  I  confess  j 
The  law  that  condemns  I  adore  ; 

Yet  plead  for  thy  pardoning  grace, 

M.  S. 


584 


Vs  and  6<"s.    Peculiar.— Askfteld. 
In  sickness. 


off  1  BEFORE  thy  footstool  kneeling, 

O  Lord,  to  thee  we  cry  ; 
While  for  thy  gift  of  healing 

We  raise  our  voice  on  high  : 
Diseases  and  afflictions 

Thy  ready  servants  are  ; 
Chastisements  and  corrections, 

To  quicken  us  in  prayer. 

2  We  own  our  guilt  and  folly, 
But  thou  canst  still  forgive  ; 
And  thou,  most  high  and  holy, 
Canst  bid  the  sick  revive : 
di         Though  now  cast  down  in  sorrow 

In  darkness  and  distress ; 
cr        Joy  may  return  to-morrow, 

Through  thy  restoring  grace. 

aff  3  As  suppliants  now  before  thee, 

Beside  affliction's  bed ; 
Physician,  we  adore  thee, 

And  trembling  ask  thine  aid  ; 
Before  thy  footstool  kneeling, 

To  thee,  to  thee  we  cry  ; 
Send  down  thy  gift  of  healing, 

Our  souls  on  thee  rely. 


S  Songs 


AFFLICTIONS.  567 

pZQ£Z  8'sand7's.— Dis-mission.     Parting  Soul. 

1/Ot/i  Submission  amidst  sickness  and  death. 

off  1  JESUS,  while  our  hearts  are  bleeding, 
O'er  the  spoils  that  death  has  won ; 
Let  us  at  this  solemn  meeting, 
Calmly  say,  "  thy  will  be  done." 

2  ThGugh  cast  down,  we're  not  forsaken, 

Though  afflicted,  not  alone: 
Thou  didst  give,  and  thou  hast  taken  •, 
Blessed  Lord,  thy  will  be  done. 

3  Fill  us  now  with  deep  contrition; 

Take  away  these  hearts  of  stone  : 
While  we  all,  with  true  submission, 
Meekly  say,  thy  will  be  done. 

4  Though  to-day  we're  filFd  with  mourning, 

Mercy  still  is  on  the  throne; 
With  thy  smiles  of  love  returning, 
We  can  sing,  thy  will  be  done. 

5  To  thine  arms  that  soul  is  given  ; 

Thou  hast  taken  but  thine  own ; 
Lord  of  earth,  and  God  of  heaven^ 
Evermore  thy  will  be  done. 

Mother's  H.  Book. 


586. 


L.  ML—  Vernon.    Darwen. 
Submission  ant  I  ccrnfurt  in  affliction 


<iff  1  THE  God  of  love  will  sure  indulge 
The  flowing  tear,  the  heaving  sigh, 
When  his  own  children  fall  around, 
Or  tender  friends  and  kindred  die. 

p      2  Yet  not  one  murnvring  wish  or  thought 

Should  with  our  mourning  passions  blend; 
Nor  should  our  bleeding  hearts  forget 
Th'  almighty,  ever-living  Friend. 

L3  Beneath  a  num'rous  train  of  ills, 

Our  feeble  flesh  must  shortly  fail ; 
Yet  shall  our  hope  in  thee,  our  God, 
O'er  every  gloomy  fear  prevail.] 

cr    4  Our  Father  God,  to  thee  we  look, 

Our  Rock,  our  Portion,  and  our  All ; 
Fix'd  on  thy  cov'nantlove  and  truth, 
Our  sinking  souls  shall  never  fall. 

Scott. 


587. 


HYMNS. 

C.  M     -Windsor.     Moreland. 
Resignation  in  sickness. 


d      1  LORD,  I  am  pain'd  ;  but  I  resign 
My  body  to  thy  will ; 
'Tis  grace,  'tis  wisdom  all  divine, 
Appoints  the  pains  I  feel. 

2  Yet  nature  may  have  leave  to  speak 

And  plead  before  her  God  ; 
Lest  th'  o'erburden'd  heart  should  break 
Beneath  thy  heavy  rod. 

3  These  flowing  tears  and  heaving  sighs 

My  heav'nly  Father  sees  ; 
He  wipes  the  sorrows  from  mine  eyes, 
And  gives  my  spirit  ease. 

cr     4  Is  not  some  smiling  hour  at  hand 
With  peace  upon  its  wings  ? 
Give  it,  O  Lord,  thy  kind  command, 
With  all  the  joy  it  brings. 

5  Dark  are  the  ways  of  Providence, 
Mysterious  and  unknown : 
But  truths  that  lie  conceal'd  from  sense, 
Faith  shall  account  her  own. 


588. 


C.  M.— Retirement.     Chester. 
Hope  of  heaven,  a  comfort  under  trials. 


d      1  WHEN  I  can  read  my  title  clear 
To  mansions  in  the  skies  ; 
I  bid  farewell  to  every  fear, 
And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes. 

ag   2  Should  earth  against  my  soul  engage, 
And  fiery  darts  be  hurl'd  : 

d  Then  I  can  smile  at  Satan's  rage, 

And  face  a  frowning  world. 

/     3  Let  cares  like  a  wild  deluge  come, 
And  storms  of  sorrow  fall ! 

di         May  I  but  safely  reach  my  home, 
My  God,  my  heav'n,  my  all. 

cr     4  There  shall  I  bathe  my  weary  soul 
d  In  seas  of  heav'nly  rest ; 

And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll 
— pp        Across  my  peaceful  breast 


AFFLICTIONS. 


IPs  and  8's.— Palestine. 
Presence,  of  Christ  in  affliction. 


589. 

i  1  O  THOU  in  whose  presence  my  soul  takes 
delight, 
On  whom  in  affliction  I  call, 
.  My  comfort  by  day  and  my  song  in  the  night, 
My  hope,  my  salvation,  my  all ; 
It     Where  dost  thou  at  noontide  resort  with  thy 
sheep, 
To  feed  on  the  pastures  of  love  ? 
Say,  why  in  the  valley  of  death  should  I  weep, 
Or  alone  in  the  wilderness  rove  ? 

2  O  why  should  I  wander  with  aliens  from  thee, 
Or  cry  in  the  desert  for  bread  ? 
Thy  foes  will  rejoice  when  my  sorrows  they 
see, 
And  smile  at  the  tears  I  have  shed  : 
cr    Ye  daughters  of  Zion,  declare,  have  ye  seen 
The  Star  that  on  Israel  shone? 
Say,  if  in  your  tents  my  Beloved  has  been, 
And  where  with  his  flock  he  has  gone. 

d  3  This  is  my  Beloved,  his  form  is  divine, 
His  vestments  shed  odors  around ; 
The  locks  on  his  head  are  as  grapes  on  the 
vine, 
When  autumn  with  plenty  is  crown'd : 
His  voice,  than  the  sound  of  the  harpers  more 
sweet, 
Is  heard  through  the  shadows  of  death  ; 
The  cedars  of  Lebanon  bow  at  his  feet, 
The  air  is  perfum'd  with  his  breath. 

4  His  lips  as  a  fountain  of  righteousness  flow, 
To  water  the  gardens  of  grace ; 
From  which  their  salvation  the  Gentiles  shall 
know, 
And  bask  in  the  smiles  of  his  face  : 
"mr  He  looks,  and  ten  thousands  of  angels  rejoice, 
And  myriads  wait  for  his  word ; 
He  speaks,  and  eternity,  fill'd  with  his  voice, 
Re-echoes  the  praise  of  the  Lord. 

Anon. 

48* 


870  HYMNS. 

DEATH.* 

fc(\(\  CM.— Windsor. 

fJ  %s\J»  Death  and  eternity. 

aff  1  STOOP  down,  my  thoughts,  that  used  to  rise. 
Converse  awhile  with  death ; 
Think  how  a  gasping  mortal  lies, 
And  pants  away  his  breath. 

Qg   2  But  oh  the  soul  that  never  dies ! 
At  once  it  leaves  the  clay  ! 
Ye  thoughts,  pursue  it  where  it  flies, 
And  trace  its  wondrous  way. 

3  Up  to  the  courts  where  angels  dwell, 
It  soars  their  bliss  to  share ; 
Or  demons  plunge  it  down  to  hell, 
In  infinite  despair. 

&i    4  And  must  my  body  faint  and  die, 

And  must  my  soul  remove? 
cr        Oh  for  some  guardian  angel  nigh, 

To  bear  it  safe  above. 

5  Jesus,  into  thy  faithful  hand 
My  naked  soul  I  trust ; 
My  body  waits  for  thy  command, 
— p  To  drop  into  the  dust. 

£TQ1  C.  M.—  Windsor. 

*JksJl»  Death  and  glory. 

off    1  MY  soul,  come  meditate  the  day. 
And  think  how  near  it  stands, 
When  thou  must  quit  thy  house  of  clay 
And  fly  to  unknown  lands. 

2  Look  down  and  bid  thine  eye  survey 

The  hollow,  gaping  tomb  ! 
My  body  !  'tis  prepar'd  for  thee, 
Whene'er  the  summons  come  ! 

3  Oh,  could  we  die  with  those  that  die, 

And  place  us  in  their  stead  ; 
Then  would  our  spirits  learn  to  fly, 
And  converse  with  the  dead. 

*    See  EXPERIMBNTAL,    MINISTERS,     AFFLICTIONS,     RESURRECT!*?^ 

Jvbombnt,  Hbaven,  &c,  also  Psalms  31,  47,  88,  89,  90,  118. 


DEATH.  S7t 

ji    4  Then  should  we  see  the  saints  above, 
In  all  their  glorious  forms  ; 
And  wonder  why  our  souls  could  love 
To  dwell  with  mortal  worms. 

5  We  should  almost  forsake  our  clay, 
Before  the  summons  come  ; 
And  wish  th'  imprison'd  soul  away, 
To  its  eternal  home. 


C.  M.— Moravian. 
Triumph  over  death.     Job  xix.  25— 27. 


592, 

via  1  GREAT  God,  I  own  thy  sentence  just, 

And  nature  must  decay  ; 
di        I  yield  my  body  to  the  dust, 

"To  dwell  with  fellow  clay 

cr    2  Yet  faith  may  triumph  o'er  the  grave, 
Exult  amid  the  tombs  ; 
For  Jesus  my  Redeemer  lives  ; 
My  God,  my  Saviour  comes. 

f     3  The  mighty  conq'ror  shall  appear 
High  on  a  royal  seat ; 
And  death,  the  last  of  all  his  foes, 
Lie  vanquish'd  at  his  feet. 

d      4  Then  shall  I  see  his  lovely  face 
In  realms  beyond  the  skies  ; 
And  feast  upon  his  boundless  grace, 
Where  heaven's  high  glories  rise. 


593. 


C.  M. — Moreland.     Fabius.     ex. 
Prosperity  of  the  wicked  not  to  be  envied. 


I  I     1  NO  !  I  will  envy  those  no  more 
Who  grow  profanely  great ; 
Though  they  increase  their  golden  store, 
And  rise  to  high  estate. 

2  Well  may  they  taste  of  joys  that  grow 
Upon  an  earthly  clod  ; 
And  search  for  bliss,  creation  through  : 
Alas  !  they  have  no  God  ! 

riff  3  Let  them  prolong  their  fleeting  breath. 
And  call  each  hour  their  own  : 

ng       How  soon  the  awful  hand  of  death 
Will  mow  their  glory  down  ! 


572  HYMNS. 

di    4  Then  they  must  bow  the  stately  head, 
Away  the  spirit  flies  ; 
And  no  kind  angel  near  their  bed 
—p  To  bear  it  to  the  skies. 

cr    5  Yes,  you  may  boast  of  all  your  stores, 
And  tell  how  bright  they  shine  : 
Your  heaps  of  glitt'ring  dust  are  yours. 
And  my  Redeemer's  mine. 


594, 


C.  M.—  Windsor. 
Death  dreadful  to  the  sinner. 


aff  1  DEATH  !  'tis  a  melancholy  day, 
To  those  that  have  no  God  ! 
When  the  poor  soul  is  forc'd  away, 
To  seek  her  last  abode: 

og    2  In  vain  to  heav'n  she  lifts  her  eyes  : 
Guilt,  like  a  heavy  chain, 
Still  drags  her  downward  from  the  skies, 
To  darkness,  fire,  and  pain. 

cr    3  Awake  and  mourn,  ye  heirs  of  death  ; 

Ye  stubborn  sinners,  fear : 
ex        Why  will  ye  sink  to  shades  beneath. 

To  dwell  for  ever  there? 

4  Oh  see  the  burning  gulf  in  view, 
Its  horrors  who  can  trace ! 
And  thou,  my  soul,  look  downward  too. 
And  sing  recovering  grace. 

[5  He  is  a  God  of  sovereign  love, 
Who  hath  my  sins  forgiv'n  ; 
He  bids  my  feet  no  longer  rove, 
But  seek  the  path  to  heav'n.] 

[6  Prepare  me,  Lord,  for  thy  right  hand  : 
Then  come  the  joyful  day, 
Come,  death,  and  some  celestial  band, 
'To  bear  my  soul  away.] 


595 


L.  M. — Luther'' s  Hymn.     ex.     Derby. 
•  Deathof  the  sinner  and  the  saint.     Prov.  xiv.  32. 

1  What  scenes  of  horror  and  of  dread 
Await  the  sinner's  dying  bed  ! 
Death's  terrors  all  appear  in  sight 
Presages  of  eternal  night. 


DEATH.  673 

2  Tormenting  pangs  invade  his  breast; 
Where'er  he  turns,  he  finds  no  rest  j 
e.v        Death  strikes  the  blow,  he  groans  and  cries, 
And  in  despair  and  horror  dies. 

PAUSE.     Old  Hundred. 

I      3  Not  so  the  heir  of  heav'nly  bliss  ; 

His  soul  is  fill'd  with  conscious  peace ; 
A  steady  faith  subdues  his  fear : 
He  sees  the  happy  Canaan  near. 
4  His  mind  is  tranquil  and  serene  ; 
No  terrors  in  his  looks  are  seen  ; 
A  Saviour's  smiles  dispel  the  gloom. 
And  smooth  his  passage  to  the  tomb. 
\  5  Oh  !  be  my  faith  and  love  sincere, 

My  soul  subdu'd,  my  conscience  clear  ; 
And  when  the  toils  of  life  are  past, 
May  I  be  found  in  peace  at  last. 

FawcetU 

£>Q£»  C'  M  —  Chester-     Windsor. 

*J*J\J»  Earth  receding. 

off  1  EARTH'S  stormy  night  will  soon  be  o'er: 
The  raging  wind  shall  cease, 
The  Christian's  bark  will  reach  the  shore 
Of  heaven's  eternal  peace. 
2  E'en  now  the  distant  rays  appear, 
To  chase  the  gloom  of  night ; 
The  Sun  of  Righteousness  is  near, 
—p  And  terrors  take  their  flight. 

M.  a 

KCVy  L.  M—  Repose.     Seasons. 

*J  *J  i  •         Christ's  presence  makes  death  easj. 

aff  1  WHY  should  the  Christian  fear  to  die  ? 
What  tim'rous  worms  we  mortals  are  ! 
Death  is  the  gate  of  endless  joy, 
And  yet  we  dread  to  enter  there ! 
2  The  pains,  the  groans,  the  dying  strife, 
Fright  the  approaching  soul  away ; 
Still  we  look  back,  and  cling  to  life, 
Fond  of  our  prison  and  our  clay. 
ti    3  Oh,  if  my  Lord  would  come  and  meet, 

My  soul  should  stretch  her  wings  in  haste ; 
Fly  fearless  through  death's  iron  gate, 
Nor  feel  the  terrors  as  she  pass'J. 


574  HYMNS. 

d      4  Jesus  can  make  a  dying  bed 

Feel  soft  as  downy  pillows  are, 
While  on  his  breast  I  lean  my  head, 
And  breathe  my  life  out  sweetly  there. 

jCTQO  CM.  Moravian,     ex.    Mor  eland. 

KJ*J\Dm  Victory  over  death.     1  Cor.  xv. 

off  1  0  FOR  an  overcoming  faith 
To  cheer  my  dying  hours  ; 
To  triumph  o'er  the  monster  death, 
And  all  his  frightful  pow'rs ! 

ag   2  Joyful,  with  all  the  strength  I  have, 
My  trembling  lips  would  sing — 
"  Where  is  thy  victory,  O  grave  ? 

0  death,  where  is  thy  sting  ?" 

d      3  If  sin  be  pardon'd,  I'm  secure  : 
Death  has  no  sting  beside  : 
The  law  gives  sin  its  fatal  pow'r ; 
But  Christ,  my  ransom,  died. 

cr    4  Now  to  the  God  of  victory, 
Immortal  thanks  be  paid  ; 
Who  makes  us  conq'rors  while  we  die, 
Through  Christ,  our  living  Head. 

rQA  C.  M.— Retirement.      Chester. 

tsiS*J»         Dying,  like  Moses,  in  the  arms  of  God. 

aff  1  DEATH  cannot  make  my  soul  afraid, 
If  God  be  with  me  there  ; 
I  can  walk  through  its  darkest  shade, 
And  never  yield  to  fear. 

2  I  could  renounce  my  all  below, 

And  in  my  Lord  confide : 
ag       Hasten,  if  I  were  calFd  to  go, 
And  die  as  Moses  died. 

3  Might  I  but  climb  the  mountain's  height, 

The  promised  land  to  view, 
My  willing  soul  would  take  her  flight, 
And  bid  the  world  adieu. 

d      4  Within  my  heavenly  Father's  arms, 

1  would  forget  my  breath ; 
Resign  my  life  amid  the  charms 

Of  so  divine  a  death. 


DEATH.  575 

r»/~\/\  7's  and  A's.—Gelhsemane. 

\Jv /V.'«  Support  in  death. 

off  1  WHEN  the  vale  of  death  appears. 
Faint  and  cold  this  mortal  clay, 
Kind  Forerunner,  sooth  my  fears, 
Light  me  through  the  darksome  way  ; 
Break  the  shadows, 
cr  Usher  in  eternal  day. 

di    2  Upward  from  this  dying  state 
Bid  my  waiting  soul  aspire, 
Open  thou  the  crystal  gate, 
To  thy  praise  attune  my  lyre  . 

Then  triumphant, 
I  will  join  th'  immortal  choir. 

ag    3  When  the  mighty  trumpet  blown, 

Shall  the  judgment  dawn  proclaim  ; 
From  the  central,  burning  throne, 
Mid  creation's  final  flame  ; 

d  With  the  ransom' d, 

Thou  wilt  own  my  worthless  name. 

Gevu 


601 


L.  M. — Lather's  Hymn.     Seasons. 
The  Christian  dvin?. 


ag    1  THE  hour  of  my  departure's  come. 
I  hear  the  voice  that  calls  me  home : 
Now,  O  my  God,  let  trouble  cease, 
And  let  thy  servant  die  in  peace. 

2  The  race  appointed  I  have  run  ; 
The  conflict's  o'er,  the  prize  is  won  ; 
d  And  now  my  witness  is  on  high, 

My  record  is  beyond  the  sky. 

di    3  Not  in  mine  innocence  I  trust; 

I  bow  before  thee  in  the  dust ; 
cr        And  through  my  Saviour's  blood  alone 

I  look  for  mercy  at  thy  throne. 

4  1  leave  the  world  without  a  tear, 
Save  for  the  friends  that  linger  here  : 
p  To  heal  their  sorrows,  Lord,  descend. 

And  to  the  friendless  prove  a  Friend. 


W«  HYMNS. 

"     5  1  come,  I  come  at  thy  command, 

I  give  my  spirit  to  thy  hand  ; 
ag       Stretch  forth  thine  everlasting  arm, 

And  shield  me  in  the  last  alarm. 

Durham  Colt 

fi(\£)  8's  and  7's.—  Dismission.    Parting  Soul. 

\J\J/£'»  The  dying  saint. 

off  1  PARTING  soul,  the  flood  awaits  thee 

And  the  billows  round  thee  roar  ; 
er        Yet  rejoice,  the  holy  city 

Stands  on  yon  celestial  shore. 
ma  2  There  are  crowns  and  thrones  of  glory 

There  the  living  waters  glide: 
There  the  just  in  shining  raiment, 

Standing  by  Immanuel's  side. 
d      3  Linger  not,  the  stream  is  narrow: 
ag  Though  its  cold  dark  waters  rise, 

d  He  who  pass'd  the  flood    before  thee 

Guides  thy  path  to  yonder  skies. 

<&  LyritM. 


8's  and  7's.— Tune,  Parting  Soul. 
"  Weep  not  for  me." 


603. 

off  1  WHY  lament  the  Christian  dying  ? 

Why  indulge  in  tears  or  gloom  ? 
Calmly  on  the  Lord  relying, 

He  can  greet  the  op'ning  tomb. 
di    2  What  if  death,  with  icy  fingers. 

All  the  fount  of  life  congeals  ? 
er        'Tis  not  there  thy  brother  lingers, 

'Tis  not  death  his  spirit  feels. 
off  3  Though  for  him  thy  soul  is  mourning, 

Though  with  grief  thy  heart  is  riv'n  ; 
er        While  his  flesh  to  dust  is  turning, 

All  his  soul  is  fill'd  with  heav'n. 
vi    4  Scenes  seraphic,  high  and  glorious, 

Now  forbid  his  longer  stay  ; 
See  him  rise  o'er  death  victorious, 

Angels  beckon  him  away. 
/      5  Hark  !  the  golden  harps  are  ringing, 

Sounds  unearthly  fill  his  ear ; 
Millions  now  in  heaven  singing, 

Greet  his  joyful  entrance  there. 

9. 


604. 


DEATH. 

C.  M.—Barby.  ex. 
Support  in  death. 


1  GOD'S  only  Son  was  lifted  up.  * 

A  dying  world  to  save ; 
ag        Christian,  behold  thy  glorious  hope, 
And  triumph  o'er  the  grave. 

p  f  2  Look  upward  in  the  dying  hour, 
The  Lord  will  hear  thy  cry  ; 
He  will  destroy  the  monster's  power, 
If  faith  lifts  up  her  eye. 

3  High  on  the  cross  the  Saviour  hung. 
High  in  the  heav'ns  he  reigns ; 
Soon  thou  wilt  raise  the  conq'ror's  song, 
Look  and  forget  thy  pains. 

Anon, 


605, 


8!s  and  7's.    Double. — Aberdeen.    Happy  Soul. 
The  dying  saint  comforted. 

d      1  HAPPY  soul,  thy  days  are  ending, 

All  thy  mourning  days  below  : 
Go,  the  angel  guards  attending — 

To  the  sight  of  Jesus  go  ! 
Waiting  to'receive  thy  spirit, 

Lo,  the  Saviour  stands  above; 
Shows  the  fulness  of  his  merit, 

Reaches  out  the  crown  of  love. 

2  For  the  joy  he  sets  before  thee. 
Bear  a  momentary  pain; 
Die,  to  live  a  life  of  glory ; 

Suffer,  with  thy  Lord  to  reign: 
ag      Struggle  through  thy  latest  passion, 
To  thy  dear  Redeemer's  breast: 
To  his  uttermost  salvation, 
— p  To  his  everlasting  rest. 

Wesley. 


606, 


L.  M. — Repose.     Seasons. 
Death  peaceful  and  triumphant. 


d      1  SWEET  is  the  scene  where  Christians  die 
Where  holy  souls  retire  to  rest ; 
How  mildly  beams  the  closing  eye ! 
— p         How  gently  heaves  th'  expiring  breast  I 
49 


S78  HYMN  8. 

ex    2  So  fades  a  summer  cloud  away ; 

So  sinks  the  gale  when  storms  are  o'er  j 
So  gently  shuts  the  eye  of  day, 
So  dies  a  wave  along  the  shore. 

cr    3  Triumphant  smiles  the  victor's  brow, 

Fann'd  by  some  guardian  angel's  wing; 


ag        O  grave !  where  is  thy  victory  now 


And  where,  O  death  !  is  now  thy  sting  1 

Mrs.  Barbauld. 

S.  L.  M.     Peculiar. — Departure. 
Death  of  the  righteous. 


607 

off  1  THIS  place  is  holy  ground; 

World,  with  thy  cares  away  ; 

p  Silence  and  darkness  reign  around  j 

cr  But  soon  the  break  of  day, 

The  resurrection  morn  appears, 
To  shine  upon  this  scene  of  tears. 

2  Behold  the  bed  of  death 
The  pale  and  lovely  clay, 
di        Heard  ye  the  sob  of  parting  breath  ? 
Mark'd  ye  the  eye's  last  ray  ? 
No  !  life  so  swee  ly  ceas'd  to  be, 
It  laps'd  in  immortality. 

aff  3  Could  tears  recall  the  dead, 

Rivers  would  swell  our  eyes ; 
Could  sighs  recall  the  spirit  fled, 

We  would  not  quench  our  sighs. 
Till  love  ilium 'd  this  alter'd  mien, 
And  all  th'  embodied  soul  were  seen. 

di     4  Bury  the  dead,  and  weep 

In  stillness  o'er  the  lost : 
p  Bury  the  dead  ;  in  Christ  thy  sleep, 

Who  bore  on  earth  his  cross  ; 
cr         Soon  from  the  grave  their  dust  shall  rise, 
In  his  own  image,  to  the  skies. 

Montgomery, 


608, 


6's  and  4's.    Peculiar.— The  Farewell. 
The  last  farewell. 


ex    1  FAREWELL  !  we  meet  no  more 
On  this  side  heav'n: 
The  parting  scene  is  o'er, 
The  last  sad  look  is  giv'n. 


DEATH. 

2  Farewell !  my  soul  will  weep 

While  mem'ry  lives : 
From  wounds  that  sink  so  deep 
No  earthly  hand  relieves. 

3  Farewell !  my  stricken  heart 

To  Jesus  flies  : 
From  him  I'll  never  part ; 
On  him  my  hope  relies. 

4  Farewell !  and  shall  we  meet 

In  heav'n  above? 
And  there,  in  union  sweet, 
Sing  of  a  Saviour's  love  ? 


&  Songs. 


f}i~\C\  8's  and  7's. — Aberdeen.    Happy  Soul. 

\J\JtJ  •  Weep  not  for  the  departed  saint. 

d      10  YE  mourners  !  cease  to  languish 

O'er  the  grave  of  those  ye  love  ! 
Pain  and  death,  and  night  and  anguish, 

Enter  not  the  world  above  : 
p  While  in  darkness  ye  are  straying, 

Lonely  in  the  deep'ning  shade, 
cr        Glory's  brightest  beams  are  playing 

Round  th'  immortal  spirit's  head. 

2  O  ye  mourners !  cease  to  languish 
O'er  the  grave  of  those  ye  love ! 
Far  remov'd  from  pain  and  anguish, 
They  are  chanting  hymns    above  : 
vi         Light  and  peace  at  once  deriving 

From  the  hand  of  God  most  high  ; 
In  his  glorious  presence  living, 
They  shall  never,  never  die. 


610. 


C.  yi.—Laighl-street.    Dunchurch. 
The  moment  after  death. 

1  IN  vain  the  fancy  strives  to  paint 
The  moment  after  death, 
The  glories  that  surround,  a  saint 
When  yielding  up  his  breath. 

p      2  One  gentle  sigh  the  bondage  breaks ; 

We  scarce  can  say,  he's  gone, 
cr        Before  the  willing  spirit  takes 

Its  mansion  near  the  throne. 


HYMNS. 

Faith  strives,  but  all  its  efforts  fail, 

To  trace  the  spirit's  flight ; 
No  eye  can  pierce  within  the  veil 

Which  hides  the  world  of  light. 

Thus  much,  and  'tis  enough  to  know, 

Saints  are  completely  blest ; 
Have  done  with  sin,  and  care,  and  wo, 

And  with  their  Saviour  rest. 

On  harps  of  gold  they  praise  his  name, 

And  see  him  face  to  face ; 
Oh  let  us  catch  the  heav'nly  flame, 

And  live  in  his  embrace  ! 

Newton. 


611. 


C.  M.— Chester.    Burford. 
The  blessed  that  die  in  the  Lord.    Rev.  xiv.  13. 


aff  1  HEAR  what  the  voice  from  heav'n  pro- 
claims 
For  all  the  pious  dead  ! 
Sweet  is  the  savor  of  their  names, 
p  And  soft  their  sleeping  bed. 

cr    2  They  die  in  Jesus,  and  are  blest ; 
di  How  kind  their  slumbers  are ! 

From  suff'ring  and  from  sin  releas'd : 
They're  freed  from  every  snare. 

cr    3  Far  from  this  world  of  toil  and  strife, 
They're  present  with  the  Lord  : 
The  labors  of  their  mortal  life 
End  in  a  large  reward. 


612, 


C.  'Hi.— Chester.     Fabius. 
Christ  our  support  in  death. 


1  JESUS,  the  vision  of  thy  face 

Hath  overpow'ring  charms : 
Scarce  shall  I  feel  death's  cold  embrace, 
While  in  the  Saviour's  arms. 

2  And  while  my  feeble  heart-strings  break, 

How  sweet  the  minutes  roll ! 
A  mortal  paleness  on  my  cheek, 
And  glory  in  my  soul. 


DEATH.  58 

/^1  Q  C.  yi.—Dunchurek.     Peterborough. 

\J  J-  0»  Death  and  immediate  glory. 

M     i  THERE  is  a  house  not  made  with  hands, 
Eternal  and  on  high  ; 
And  here  my  spirit  waiting  stands 
Till  God  shall  bid  it  fly. 

2  Shortly  this  prison  of  my  clay 

Shall  be  dissolv'd  and  fall; 

Then,  O  my  soul,  with  joy  obey 

Thy  heav'nly  Father's  call. 

3  'Tis  he,  by  his  Almighty  grace, 

That  forms  thee  fit  for  heav'n  ; 
And  as  an  earnest  of  the  place, 
Has  his  own  Spirit  giv'n. 

4  We  walk  by  faith  of  joys  to  come: 

Faith  lives  upon  his  word : 
But  while  the  body  is  our  home, 
We're  absent  from  the  Lord. 

5  'Tis  pleasant  to  believe  thy  grace, 

But  sweeter  far  to  see : 
We  would  be  absent  from  the  flesh, 
And  present,  Lord,  with  thee. 


614 


C.  M.—  Windsor. 
A  funeral  thought. 


ag   1  HARK  !  from  the  tombs  a  doleful  sound, 
My  ears  attend  the  cry: 
"  Ye  living  men,  come  view  the  ground 
Where  you  must  shortly  lie ! 

2  "  Princes,  this  clay  must  be  your  bed, 

In  spite  of  all  your  tow'rs  ; 
The  tall,  the  wise,  the  rev'rend  head, 
Must  lie  as  low  as  ours." 

3  Great  God,  is  this  our  certain  doom, 

And  are  we  still  secure  ? 
Still  walking  downward  to  the  tomb, 
And  yet  prepar'd  no  more  1 

cr    4  Grant  us  the  power  of  quick'ning  grace, 
To  fit  our  souls  to  fly  ; 
Then,  when  we  drop  this  dying  flesh, 
We'll  rise  above  the  sky. 
49* 


615. 


HYMNS. 

C.  M. — Moreland.     Chester. 
On  the  death  of  a  child. 


off  1  LIFE  is  a  span,    a  fleeting  hour, 
How  soon  the  vapor  flies  ! 
Man  is  a  tender  transient  flow'r, 
That  e'en  in  blooming  dies. 

2  Death  spreads  his  with'ring,  wint'ry  arms, 

And  beauty  smiles  no  more ; 
Ah  !  where  are  now  those  rising  charms, 
Which  pleas'd  our  eyes  before  ? 

3  That  once-lov'd  form  now  cold  and  dead, 

Each  mournful  thought  employs  ; 
We  weep  our  earthly  comforts  fled, 
And  wither'd  all  our  joys. 

vi     4  Hope  looks  beyond  the  bounds  of  time, 

When  what  we  now  deplore 

Shall  rise  in  full  immortal  prime, 

And  bloom  to  fade  no  more. 

di    5  Cease  then,  fond  nature,  cease  thy  tears : 
The  Saviour  dwells  on  high  : 

cr        There  everlasting  spring  appears, 
There  joys  shall  never  die. 

Steele, 


C.  M.—Burford. 
Funeral  of  a  young  person. 


616. 

aff   1  WHEN  blooming  youth  is  snatch'd  away 
By  death's  resistless  hand, 
Our  hearts  the  mournful  tribute  pay, 
Which  pity  must  demand. 
2  And  while  we  raise  the  tearful  eye, 
With  mournful  thoughts  impress'd, 
Oh  may  this  truth — "  I  too  must  die" — 
Sink  deep  in  every  breast. 
ag    3  Let  this  vain  world  engage  no  more  ; 
Behold  the  gaping  tomb  ! 
It  bids  us  seize  the  present  hour ; 
To-morrow  death  may  come. 
4  Oh  let  us  fly,  to  Jesus  fly, 

Whose  powerful  arm  can  save  ; 
Then  shall  our  hopes  ascend  on  high, 
And  triumph  o'er  the  grave. 


DEATH. 


Great  God,  thy  sovereign  grace  impart 
With  cleansing,  healing  pow'r ; 

This  only  can  prepare  the  heart 
To  meet  death's  trying  hour. 

Steele. 


617. 


C.  M.—  Windsor. 
Death  and  burial  of  a  saint. 


off   1  WHY  do  we  mourn  departing  friends, 
Or  shake  at  death's  alarms  ? 
'Tis  but  the  voice  that  Jesus  sends 
To  call  them  to  his  arms. 
ag    2  Why  should  we  tremble  to  convey 
Their  bodies  to  the  tomb? 
'Twas  there  the  bleeding  Saviour  lay, 
And  left  a  rich  perfume. 
cr     3  Thence  he  arose,  and,  upward  borne, 
In  triumph  led  the  way  ; 
The  sleeping  saints,  at  his  return, 
Shall  hail  the  glorious  day. 
4  Are  we  not  tending  upward  too 
As  fast  as  time  can  move? 
And  can  we  wish  the  hours  more  slow, 
That  keep  us  from  our  Love  ? 
mcB  5  Soon  shall  the  last  loud  trumpet  sound, 
And  bid  the  saints  arise ; 
Millions  shall  leave  the  trembling  ground, 
And  mount  the  lofty  skies. 


618. 


L.  M — Old  Hundred.     Unveil  thy  bosom. 
The  interment  of  a  saint. 


off   1  UNVEIL  thy  bosom,  faithful  tomb ; 

Take  this  new  treasure  to  thy  trust, 
And  give  these  sacred  relics  room 
p  To  slumber  in  the  silent  dust. 

cr     2  Nor  pain,  nor  grief,  nor  anxious  fear 

Invade  thy  bounds  ;  no  mortal  woes 
di        Can  reach  the  lowly  sleeper  here, 

While  angels  watch  the  soft  repose. 
3  So  Jesus  slept ;  God's  dying  Son 

Pass'd  through  the  grave,  and  bless'd  the 
bed: 
Rest  here,  blest  saint,  till  from  his  throne 
The  morning  break,  and  pierce  the  shade. 


564  HYMNS. 

f     4  Break  from  his  throne,  illustrious  morn ! 
Attend,  O  earth,  his  sovereign  word ; 
Restore  thy  trust :  a  glorious  form 
Shall  then  arise  to  meet  the  Lord. 

/Jl  A  12's  and  H's. — Tune — Thou  art  gone,  SfC. 

\J  jLks  •  Funeral  of  a  departed  saint. 

off  1  THOU  art  gone  to  the  grave :  but  we  will 
not  deplore  thee, 
Though  sorrow  and  darkness  encompass 
the  tomb : 
The  Saviour  hath  pass'd  through  its  portals 
before  thee, 
And  the  lamp  of  his  love  is  thy  guide 
through  the  gloom. 

2  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave:  we  no  longer 

behold  thee, 
Nor  tread  the  rough  paths  of  the  world 

by  thy  side ; 
But  the  wide  arms  of  mercy  are  spread  to 

enfold  thee ; 
And  sinners  may  hope,  since  the  Saviour 

hath  died. 

3  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave :  and  its  man- 

sion forsaking, 
Perchance  thy  weak  spirit  in  doubt  lin- 
ger'd  long ; 
But  the  sunshine  of  heaven  beam'd  bright 
on  thy  waking, 
cr  And  the  sound  thou  didst  hear  was  the 

seraphim's  song. 

di     4  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave :  but  we  will 
not  deplore  thee, 
Since  God  was  thy  ransom,  thy  Guardian 
and  Guide ; 
— cr    He  gave  thee,  he  took  thee,  and  he  will  re- 
store thee, 
And  death  has  no  sting  since  the  Saviour 
hath  died. 

Heber. 


620. 


RESURRECTION 


RESURRECTION. 


S.  M.—  Aylesbury.     Clapton,    es. 
The  resurrection. 


off  1  AND  must  this  body  die  ? 

This  mortal  frame  decay  ? 
And  must  these  active  limbs  of  mine 
Lie  mould'ring  in  the  clay  ? 

2  God  my  Redeemer  lives, 

And  from  the  bending  skies 
Still  watches  o'er  the  sleeping  dust, 
Till  he  shall  bid  it  rise. 

ma  3  Array'd  in  glorious  grace, 

Our  bodies  then  will  shine, 
And  every  shape  and  every  face 
Look  heav'nly  and  divine. 

cr    4  These  lively  hopes  we  owe 
To  Jesus'  dying  love; 
We  would  adore  his  grace  below, 
And  sing  his  power  above. 

d      5  Accept,  O  Lord,  the  praise 
Of  these  our  humble  songs, 
Till  tunes  of  nobler  sound  we  raise, 


621 


With  our  immortal  tongues. 

7's. — German  Hymn. 
The  resurrection. 


d  1  MORNING  breaks  upon  the  tomb, 
Jesus  scatters  all  its  gloom  ; 

cr  Day  of  triumph  through  the  skies, 
See  the  glorious  Saviour  rise ! 

2  Ye  who  are  of  death  afraid, 
Triumph  in  the  scatter'd  shade  ; 
Drive  your  anxious  cares  away  ; 
See  the  place  where  Jesus  lay. 


*  See  Afflictions,  Death,  Jupgment.  Heaven  :  also  Psalms  17 
83.  &c. 


5M  HYMNS 


3  Christian,  dr>  your  flowing  tears, 
Chase  your  unbelieving  fears; 
Look  on  his  deserted  grave  ; 
Doubt  no  more  his  power  to  save. 

Collyer 


7's. — Song  of  Jubilee. 
Christ's  second  advent.     1  Thess.  iv.  16. 


622. 

M     1  HARK!  that  shout  of  rapt'rous  joy, 
Bursting  forth  from  yonder  cloud  ! 
Jesus  comes  !  and  through  the  sky 
Angels  tell  their  joy  aloud. 

mce  2  Hark !  the  trumpet's  awful  voice 

Sounds  abroad  through  sea  and  land 
Let  his  people  now  rejoice, 
Their  redemption  is  at  hand. 

3  See  !  the  Lord  appears  in  view, 

Heav'n  and  earth  before  him  fly  : 
Rise,  ye  saints,  he  comes  for  you, 
Rise  to  meet  him  in  the  sky. 

4  Go  and  dwell  with  him  above, 

Where  no  foe  can  e'er  molest ; 
d         Happy  in  the  Saviour's  love, 
Blessing  and  for  ever  blest. 

Kelly 


THE  LAST  JUDGMENT. 


S.  M.— Clapton,    ex. 
A  coming  judgment. 


623. 

ag    1  HOW  will  my  heart  endure 
The  terrors  of  that  day, 
When  earth  and  heav'n  before  the  Judge 
Astonish'd  shrink  away  ? 

mat  2  But  ere  that  trumpet  shakes 

The  mansions  of  the  dead, 
vi        Hark  !  from  the  gospel's  cheering  sound 

What  joyful  tidings  spread. 

*  See  Afflictions,  Death,  Resurrection,  Heaven  ;  also  Psalms 
50  and  97. 


THE  JUDGMENT.  Si 

ag    3  Ye  sinners,  seek  his  grace, 

Whose  wrath  ye  cannot  bear  ; 
Fly  to  the  refuge  of  his  cross, 
And  find  salvation  there. 

4  So  shall  that  curse  remove, 
By  which  the  Saviour  bled  ; 
And  the  last  awful  day  shall  pour 
His  blessings  on  your  head. 

Doddridge 


624. 


8's,  7'6,  and6's.— Tune— Dark  brood,  %c. 
A  vision  of  judgment. 


f.agl  DARK  brood  the  heavens  o'er  thee! 
Black  clouds  are  gath'ring  fast ; 
In  awful  power  thy  God  has  come, 
Thy  days  of  mirth  are  past. 

2  Dark  brood  the  heavens  o'er  thee  ! 
Red  flames  are  bursting  round  ; 
Bright  light'nings  flash,  loud  thunders  roar 
Ilow  shakes  the  trembling  ground  ! 

c  Dark  brood  the  heavens  o'er  thee  ! 
Behold,  the  Judge  appears  : 
Unnumber'd  millions  throng  around, 
Rais'd  from  the  du^st  of  years. 

4  Dark  brood  the  heavens  o'er  thee  ! 
Soon  thou  wilt  hear  thy  doom  j 
Destruction  opens  wide  for  thee, 
Thy  chosen,  final  home. 

di    5  Yet  stay — the  vision  lingers  ; 

Why,  sinner,  wilt  thou  die  ? 
—cr    Dark  brood  the  heav'ns,  but  mercy  waits, 
vi  This  hour  to  Jesus  fly. 


Anon. 


625. 


8's,  Ts,  and  i's.—Helmsley. 
The  judgment  day. 


mm  1  LO  !  he  comes  in  clouds  descending, 
Once  for  favor'd  sinners  slain  ; 
Thousand  thousand  saints  attending, 
Swell  the  triumph  of  his  train: 

Hallelujah  ! 
Jesus  shall  for  ever  reign. 


HYMNS. 

2  Every  eye  shall  now  behold  him, 

Rob'd  in  dreadful  majesty: 
Those  who  set  at  naught  and  sold  him, 
Pierc'd  and  nail'd  him  to  the  tree, 

Deeply  wailing, 
Shall  the  great  Messiah  see. 

3  Every  island,  sea,  and  mountain, 

Heav'n  and  earth,  shall  flee  away ; 
All  who  hate  him,  must  confounded 
Hear  the  trump  proclaim  the  day ; 

Come  to  judgment ! 
Come  to  judgment !  come  away. 

4  Now  the  Saviour  long  expected, 

See  in  solemn  pomp  appear ; 
All  his  saints  by  men  rejected, 
Now  shall  meet  him  in  the  air : 

Hallelujah  ! 
Shout,  the  day  of  God  is  near. 


Oliver. 


626. 


C.  M. — Barby.     ex.     Windsor. 
God  the  thunderer  :  or,  tne  last  judgment 


mce  1  SING  to  the  Lord,  ye  heav'nly  host, 
And  thou,  O  earth,  adore  ! 
While  death  and  hell  through  all  their  coast 
Stand  trembling  at  his  power. 

ag   2  His  sounding  chariot  shakes  the  sky, 
He  makes  the  clouds  his  throne ; 
There  all  his  stores  of  lightning  lie; 
How  terrible  his  frown  ! 

3  Think,  O  my  soul,  that  dreadful  day, 

When  this  avenging  God 
Shall  rend  the  sky  and  burn  the  sea, 
And  send  his  wrath  abroad. 

4  What  shall  the  rebel  sinner  do, 

Who  once  defied  the  Lord  ? 
Ah !  he  shall  dread  the  thund'rer  now, 
And  sink  beneath  his  word  ! 

5  Tempests  of  angry  fire  shall  roll 

Upon  the  rebel  worm  ! 
And  beat  upon  his  naked  soul 
In  one  eternal  storm  !* 

#  Written  in  a  groat  sudden  storm  of  thunder,  August  20th.  1697 


627. 


THE  JUDGMENT. 

8.  M.— St.  Bridges.     Psalm  25. 
The  last  account. 


ag    1  I  SAW,  beyond  the  tomb, 
The  awful  Judge  appear, 
Prepar'd  to  scan  with  strict  account 
My  blessings  wasted  here. 

2  His  wrath,  like  flaming  fire, 

In  hell  for  ever  burns  ; 
And  from  that  awful  world  of  wo 
No  fugitive  returns. 

3  Ye  sinners,  fear  the  Lord, 

While  yet  'tis  call'd  to-day  ; 
Soon  will  the  awful  voice  of  death 
Command  your  souls  away. 

4  Soon  will  the  harvest  close, 

The  summer  soon  be  o'er  ; 
O  sinner  !  then  your  injur'd  God 
Will  heed  vour  cries  no  more. 

{height, 

fZOQ  c-  M.— Windsor. 

\J<wO»      Everlasting  absence  from  God  intolerable. 

off  1  THAT  awful  day  will  surely  come, 
Th'  appointed  hour  makes  haste, 
When  I  must  stand  before  my  Judge 
And  pass  the  solemn  test. 

2  Thou  lovely  Chief  of  all  my  joys, 
Thou  Sovereign  of  my  heart, 
How  could  I  bear  to  hear  thy  voice 
Pronounce  the  word  "  depart  !'r 

ag    3  Oh  wretched  state  of  deep  despair 
To  sec  my  God  remove, 
And  fix  my  doleful  station  where 
I  must  not  taste  his  love  ! 

4  Jesus,  I  throw  my  arms  around, 

I  hang  upon  thy  breast; 
Without  a  gracious  smile  from  thee, 
My  spirit  cannot  rest. 

5  Oh  tell  me  that  my  worthless  name 

Is  graven  on  thy  hands  ; 
Show  me  some  promise  in  thy  word, 
Where  my  salvation  stands. 
50 


590  HYMNS. 

HEAVEN.* 


629 


C.  M.— Moravian. 
•  Heaven  invisible  and  holy.  1  Cor.  ii.  9,  10.  Rev.  jsxi.  27. 

1  NOR  eye  hath  seen,  nor  ear  hath  heard, 

Nor  sense  nor  reason  known, 
What  joys  the  Father  hath  prepar'd 
For  those  who  love  the  Son. 

2  But  the  good  Spirit  of  the  Lord 

Reveals  a  heav'n  to  come ; 

The  beams  of  glory  in  his  word 

Allure  and  guide  us  home. 

3  Pure  are  the  joys  above  the  sky, 

And  all  the  regions  peace ; 
No  wanton  lips,  no  envious  eye. 
Can  see  or  taste  the  bliss. 

4  Those  holy  gates  for  ever  bar 

Pollution,  sin.  and  shame ; 
None  shall  obtain  admittance  there 
But  followers  of  the  Lamb. 


C.  M. — Tolland.     Chamiing. 
Prospect  of  heaven. 


630. 

d      1  THERE  is  a  land  of  pure  delight 
Where  saints  immortal  reign; 
Eternal  day  excludes  the  night, 
And  pleasures  banish  pain. 

mce  2  There  everlasting  spring  abides, 
And  never-with'ring  flowers : 
Death  like  a  narrow  sea  divides 
This  heav'nly  land  from  ours. 

d      3  Sweet  fields  beyond  the  swelling  flood 
Stand  drest  in  living  green  : 
So  to  the  Jews  fair  Canaan  stood, 
While  Jordan  roll'd  between. 

ag    4  But  tim'rous  mortals  start  and  shrink 
From  this  cold  narrow  sea; 
And  linger  shiv'ring  on  the  brink, 
And  fear  to  launch  away. 

*  See  Experimental,  Worship,  Sacramental,  Afflictions,  Death, 
Restorection  ;  also  Psalms  17,  46,  90,  and  107. 


HEAVEN.  591 

off  5  Oh,  could  we  make  our  doubts  remove, 
Those  gloomy  doubts  that  rise, 
And  see  the  Canaan  that  we  love 
With  unbeclouded  eyes : 

cr    6  Could  we  but  climb  where  Moses  stood, 
And  view  the  landscape  o'er  ; 

ag       Not  Jordan's  stream,  nor  death's  cold  flood, 
Should  fright  us  from  the  shore. 


631 


3.     Peculiar. — Tune — Boxford. 
'*'  I  would  not  live  always." 


off  1  I  WOULD  not  live  always ;  I  ask  not  to  stay 
Where  storm  after  storm  rises  dark  o'er 

the  way  : 
di        The  few  lucid  mornings  that  dawn  on  us 

here, 
cr        Are  follow'd  by  gloom  and  beclouded  with 

fear. 

2  I  would  not  live  always :  no,  blest  is  the 

tomb  ; 

Since  Jesus  has   died.  I  will  welcome  its 

gloom  ; 

di        There  sweet  be  my  rest,  till  he  bid  me  arise, 

cr        To  hail  him  in  triumph  descending  the  skies. 

— p  3  I  would  not  live  always  remote  from  my  God, 
An  exile  from  heaven,  that  blissful  abode, 

cr        Where  rivers  of  pleasure  flow  o'er  the  bright 
plains. 
And  the  noontide  of  glory  eternally  reigns. 

4  There  saints  of  all  ages,  in  harmony  sweet, 

vi         Their  Saviour  and  Brother  transported  do 

meet ; 

While  anthems  of  rapture  unceasingly  roll, 

d  And  the  smile  of  the  Lord  is  the  feast  of  the 

soul. 

Anon. 
/>QQ  C.  M.— Retirement.    Moravian. 

\J  €)/&  •  Breathing  after  heaven. 

d      1  FATHER  in  heav'n,  I  long  to  view 
The  place  of  thy  abode  ; 
I'd  bid  thy  earthly  courts  adieu, 
To  be  with  Christ  my  God. 


582  HYMNS. 

2  Here  I  behold  thy  distant  face, 

And  'tis  a  pleasing  sight : 
But,  to  abide  in  thy  embrace 
Is  infinite  delight. 

3  There  all  the  heav'nly  hosts  are  seen ; 

In  shining  ranks  they  move, 
And  drink  immortal  vigor  in, 
With  wonder  and  with  love. 

di    4  Then  at  thy  feet,  with  awful  fear 

Th'  adoring  armies  fall ; 
p  With  joy  they  shrink  to  nothing  there, 

— cr        Before  th'  eternal  All. 

5  The  more  thy  glories  strike  their  eyes, 
The  humbler  they  will  lie  : 
— vi    Thus  while  they  sink,  their  joys  arise 
Immeasurably  high. 

/     6  Father  in  heav'n,  I  long  to  view 
The  place  of  thy  abode ; 
I'd  bid  thy  earthly  courts  adieu, 
To  be  with  Christ  my  God. 


633. 


C.  M.  D. — Tolland.    Moravian. 
View  of  Canaan.     Deut.  xxxii.  49. 


vi    1  ON  Jordan's  rugged  banks  I  stand, 
And  cast  a  wishful  eye 
To  Canaan's  fair  and  happy  land, 
Where  my  possessions  lie  : 
cr        O  the  transporting,  rapt'rous  scene, 
That  rises  to  my  sight ! 
Sweet  fields  array'd  in  living  green, 
And  rivers  of  delight. 

2  O'er  all  those  wide  extended  plains 
Shines  one  eternal  day  ; 
There  God  the  Son  for  ever  reigns, 
And  scatters  night  away : 
di        No  chilling  winds  nor  pois'nous  breath 
Can  reach  that  healthful  shore  ; 
Sickness  and  sorrow,  pain  and  death, 
— p  Are  felt  and  fear'd  no  more. 


HEAVEN.  6 

cr     3  When  shall  I  reach  that  happy  place. 

And  be  for  ever  blest  ? 
d  When  shall  I  see  my  Father's  face, 

And  in  his  bosom  rest  ? 
Fill'd  with  delight,  my  raptur'd  soul 

Would  here  no  longer  stay  ; 
Though  Jordan's  waves  around  me  roll, 
Fearless  I'd  launch  away. 

fStenmi 


634. 


S's.    Single— Ludloic.     Blp.ec/cer-street. 
Longing  to  be  with  Christ. 


d      1  TO  Jisus,  the  crown  of  my  hope, 
My  soul  is  in  haste  to  be  gone ; 
Oh  bear  me,  ye  cherubims,  up, 
And  waft  me  away  to  his  throne. 

U  My  Saviour,  whom  absent  I  love^ 
Whom  not  having  seen,  I  adore  ; 
Whose  name  is  exalted  above 
All  glory,  dominion,  and  pow;r  ; 

di     3  Dissolve  thou  these  bonds  that  detain 
My  soul  from  her  portion  in  thee; 
Oh  strike  off  this  adamant  chain. 
And  make  me  eternally  free. 

cr     4  When  that  happy  era  begins, 

When  array'd  in  thy  glories  I  shine. 
di        Nor  grieve  any  more  by  my  sins 
p  The  bosom  on  which  I  recline; 

cr     5  Oh  then  shall  the  veil  be  remov'd, 
f  And  round  me  thy  brightness  be  pour'd  j 

d  I  shall  see  him  whom  absent  I  lov'd, 

Whom  not  having  seen,  I  ador'd. 


Coicper. 


635. 


S's  and  ?■>..    6  Lines.— Tune—  Wliat  is  life  7 
Flight  to  heaven. 

off   1  WTHAT  is  life  ?  'tis  but  a  vapor  ; 
Soon  it  vanishes  away  : 
Life  is  but  a  dying  taper  ; 

O  my  soul,  why  wish  to  stay? 
/         Why  not  spread  thy  wings  and  fly 
Straight  to  yonder  world  of  joy? 
50* 


594  HYMNS. 

vi     2  See  that  glory;  how  resplendent! 
Brighter  far  than  fancy  paints  ; 
There  in  majesty  transcendent 
Jesus  reigns  the  King  of  saints : 
/         Spread  thy  wings,  my  soul,  and  fly 
Straight  to  yonder  world  of  joy. 

3  Jfayful  crowds  his  throne  surrounding, 

Sing  with  rapture  of  his  love ; 
Through  the  heav'ns  his  praises  sounding 

Filling  all  the  courts  above : 
Spread  thy  wings,  my  soul,  and  fly 
Straight  to  yonder  world  of  joy. 

4  Go  and  share  his  people's  glory, 

Mid  the  ransom'd  crowd  appear ; 
d  Thine  a  joyful,  wondrous  story, 

One  that  angels  love  to  hear : 
f         Spread  thy  wings,  my  soul,  and  fly 
Straight  to  yonder  world  of  joy. 

Kelly. 

ftOfi  s-  M.—  Watchman. 

\JtJ\Jm  Rest  for  the  weary  soul. 

aff   1  OH,  where  shall  rest  be  found, 
Rest  for  the  weary  soul  1 
'Twere  vain  the  ocean  depths  to  sound, 
Or  pierce  to  either  pole. 

2  The  world  can  never  give 

The  bliss  for  which  we  sigh  ! 
'Tis  not  the  whole  of  life  to  live, 
Nor  all  of  death  to  die. 

3  Beyond  this  vale  of  tears, 

There  is  a  life  above. 
Unmeasur'd  by  the  flight  of  years ; 
And  all  that  life  is  love. 

4  There  is  a  death  whose  pang 

Outlasts  the  fleeting  breath; 
Oh  what  eternal  horrors  hang 
Around  the  second  death  ! 

5  Lord  God  of  truth  and  grace, 

Teach  us  that  death  to  shun  ; 
Lest  we  be  driven  from  thy  face, 
And  evermore  undone ! 

Montgomery 


HEAVEN  696 

/^QO'  U«  M. — Moravian. 

DO  /  •  The  heavenly  city.     Rev.  xx.  21. 

» T      1  JERUSALEM,  my  happy  home, 
Name  ever  dear  to  me  ; 
When  shall  my  labors  have  an  end 
In  joy  and  peace  in  thee  ? 

[2  When  shall  these  eyes  thy  heav'n-built  walls 
And  pearly  gates  behold ; 
Thy  bulwarks  with  salvation  strong, 
And  streets  of  shining  gold?] 

cr     3  Oh  when,  thou  city  of  my  God, 
Shall  I  thy  courts  ascend, 
Where  congregations  ne'er  break  up, 
And  Sabbaths  never  end  ? 

off  4  Why  should  I  shrink  from  sin  and  wo  ? 
Or  feel,  at  death,  dismay? 
Jerusalem  I  soon  shall  view, 
In  realms  of  endless  day. 

cr    5  Apostles,  martyrs,  prophets,  there 
Around  my  Saviour  stand  ; 
And  soon  my  friends  in  Christ  below 
Will  join  the  glorious  band. 

6  Jerusalem,  my  happy  home, 
My  soul  still  pants  for  thee  ; 
There  shall  my  labors  have  an  end 
When  I  thy  joys  shall  see. 

Anon. 
£*QQ  L.  M.— Repose. 

UOOt  Happiness  in  heaven. 

d      1  O  HAPPY  saints  that  dwell  in  light, 
And  walk  with  Jesus  cloth'd  in  white, 
Safe  landed  on  that  peaceful  shore 
Where  pilgrims  meet  to  part  no  more ! 

2  Releas'd  from  sorrow,  sin,  and  strife, 
Death  was  the  gate  to  endless  life  ; 

And  now  they  range  the  heav'nly  plains, 
And  sing  his  love  in  melting  strains. 

3  They  gaze  upon  his  beauteous  face, 
And  tell  the  wonders  of  his  grace  ; 
Or  overwhelm'd  with  rapture  sweet, 
Sink  down  adoring  at  his  feet. 


696  HYMNS. 

di     4  Ah  !  Lord,  with  falt'ring  steps  I  creep, 

And  sometimes  sing  and  sometimes  weep ; 
When  shall  I  wake  in  heav'n  to  prove 
The  heights  and  depths  of  Jesus'  love  ? 

Berridge,. 
/JQA  C.  P.  M. — Lanesborough. 

v/<L/*/«  Enjoyment  of  heaven. 

d      1  THERE  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest, 
To  mourning  wand'rers  given  : 
There  is  a  joy  for  souls  distress'd, 
A  calm  for  every  wounded  breast, 
'Tis  found  above  in  heav'n. 

2  There  is  a  home  for  weary  souls 
By  sin  and  sorrow  driv'n; 
ag        When  toss'd  on  life's  tempest'ous  shoals, 

Where  storms  arise  and  ocean  rolls, 
— di        And  all  is  drear  but  heav'n. 

cr    3  There  faith  lifts  up  her  tearful  eye 
To  brighter  prospects  giv'n ; 
And  views  the  tempest  passing  by, 
The  evening  shadows  quickly  fly, 
And  all  serene  in  heav'n. 

4  There  fragrant  flowers  immortal  bloom, 
And  joys  supreme  are  giv'n : 
There  rays  divine  disperse  the  gloom  ; 
Beyond  the  confines  of  the  tomb 
Appears  the  dawn  of  heav'n. 


640. 


C.  M.—  Barby.     Colchester. 
A  song  of  heaven. 


p       1  SOFT  echoes  from  the  bending  sky, 
Repeat  the  solemn  strain : 
And  let  the  voice  of  harmony 
Descend  to  earth  again  ! 

ff  2  "  O  worthy  is  the  Lamb  of  God, 

The  Lamb  that  once  was  slain. 
Within  this  high  and  bright  abode 
Eternally  to  reign. 

3  "  All  blessing,  honor,  glory,  pow'r, 
Unto  the  Lamb  be  giv'n ; 
The  Lamb  of  God  for  evermore, 
The  King  of  earth  and  heav'n." 


HEAVEN.  W7 

pp    4  The  breathing  accents  die  away 

Upon  the  list'ning  ear ; 
cr        Yet  would  my  soul  for  ever  stay 

The  joyful  sound  to  hear. 

ff    5  "  O  worthy  is  the  Lamb  of  God, 
The  Lamb  that  once  was  slain, 
Within  this  high  and  bright  abode 
Eternally  to  reign. 

6  "  All  blessing,  honor,  glory,  pow'r, 
Unto  the  Lamb  be  giv'n ; 
The  Lamb  of  God  for  evermore, 
The  King  of  earth  and  heav'n." 


M.  S. 


641 


C.  M.—Barby.    ex. 
Martyrs  glorified.    Rev.  vii.  13,  &c. 


]  "  THESE  glorious  minds,  how  bright  they 
shine ! 
Whence  all  their  white  array  ? 
How  came  they  to  the  happy  seats 
Of  everlasting  day?" 

ag   2  From  tort'ring  pains  to  endless  joys, 
On  fiery  wheels  they  rode  ; 
And  strangely  wash'd  their  raiment  white 
In  Jesus'  dying  blood. 

d      3  Now  they  approach  th'  eternal  God, 
And  bow  before  his  throne ; 
With  warbling  harps  and  sacred  songs 
Adore  the  Holy  One. 

4  The  unveil'd  glories  of  his  face 

Fill  all  the  blest  abode, 
While  the  rich  treasures  of  his  grace 
Are  their  celestial  food. 

5  Hunger  and  thirst  no  more  shall  come, 

Nor  earthliness  of  taste  : 
The  fruit  of  life's  immortal  tree 
Shall  be  their  sweet  repast. 

6  The  Lamb  shall  lead  his  heav'nly  flock 

Where  living  fountains  rise  ; 
And  love  divine  shall  wipe  the  tears 
Of  sorrow  from  their  eyes. 


642, 


HYMNS. 


C.  M.— Moravian. 
Christ  and  the  cloud  of  witnesses  in  heaven. 


vi    1  GIVE  me  the  wings  of  faith  to  rise 
Within  the  veil,  and  see 
The  saints  above,  how  great  their  joys, 
How  bright  their  glories  be. 

2  I  ask  them  whence  their  vict'ry  came ; 

They,  with  united  breath, 
Ascribe  their  conquest  to  the  Lamb, 
Their  triumph  to  his  death. 

3  They  mark'd  the  footsteps  that  he  trod  ♦ 

(His  zeal  inspir'd  their  breast ;) 
And  following  their  incarnate  God, 
Possess'd  the  promis'd  rest. 

4  Our  glorious  Leader  claims  our  praise 

For  his  own  pattern  giv'n  : 
While  the  long  cloud  of  witnesses 
Show  the  same  path  to  heav'n. 


643. 


S.  M—  Sicily. 

The  bright  path  to  heaven. 


1  NOW  let  our  voices  join 

To  form  a  sacred  song; 
Ye  pilgrims  in  Jehovah's  ways, 
With  music  pass  along. 

2  There  flowers  of  paradise 

In  rich  profusion  spring; 
The  Sun  of  glory  gilds  the  path, 
And  dear  companions  sing. 

3  There  Salem's  golden  spires 

In  beauteous  prospect  rise  ; 
And  brighter  crowns  than  mortals  wear, 
Which  sparkle  through  the  skies. 

4  All  honor  to  his  name 

Who  marks  the  shining  way  ; 
To  him  who  leads  the  wand'rers  on 
To  realms  of  endless  day. 

Doddridge. 


DOXOLOG1ES 


8's,  7's,  and  4' s.— Dismission. 
Dismission. 


d      1  LORD,  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing, 
Fill  our  hearts  with  joy  and  peace, 
Let  us  each,  thy  love  possessing, 
Triumph  in  redeeming  grace  : 

cr  Oh  refresh  us, 


cr    2  Thanks  we  give,  and  adoration, 
For  the  gospel's  joyful  sound  ; 
May  the  fruits  of  thy  salvation 
Tn  our  hearts  and  lives  abound : 

Ever  faithful 
To  thy  truth  may  we  be  found. 

d      3  So  whene'er  the  signal's  giv'n, 
Us  from  earth  to  call  away  ; 
Borne  on  angels'  wings  to  heav'n, 
Glad  to  leave  our  cumbrous  clay. 

May  we  ever 
Reign  with  Christ  in  endless  day. 

Anon. 

8's  and  7's.— Aberdeen. 
Song  of  benediction.    2  Cor.  xiii.  14. 

d      1  MAY  the  grace  of  Christ  our  Saviour, 

And  the  Father's  boundless  love, 
With  the  Holy  Spirit's  favor, 
Rest  upon  us  from  above. 

2  Thus  may  wTe  abide  in  union 

With  each  other  and  the  Lord ; 

And  possess  in  sweet  communion 

Joys  which  earth  cannot  afford 


600  DOXOLOGIES. 

L.  M. 

To  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Spirit,  three  in  One, 
Be  honor,  praise,  and  glory  giv'n, 
By  all  on  earth,  and  all  in  heav'n. 

c.  M.— No.  I. 

Let  God  the  Father  and  the  Son, 

And  Spirit  be  ador'd, 
Where  there  are  works  to  make  hirn  known. 

Or  saints  to  love  the  Lord. 

c.  M  -No.  IL 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

The  God  whom  we  adore, 
Be  glory  as  it  was,  is  now, 

And  shall  be  evermore. 

s.  M. 

Ye  angels  round  the  throne, 

And  saints  that  dwell  below, 
Worship  the  Father,  praise  the  Son, 

And  bless  the  Spirit  too. 

H.  M. 

To  God  the  Father's  throne, 

Perpetual  honors  raise ; 
Glory  to  God  the  Son ; 
To  God  the  Spirit  praise. 
With  all  our  pow'rs, 
Eternal  King, 
Thy  name  we  sing, 
While  faith  adores. 


Sing  we  to  our  God  above, 
Praise  eternal  as  his  love : 
Praise  him,  all  ye  heavenly  host, 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost 


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THE    FIGURES    REFER  TO  THE   PAGE    OF  THE    BOOK. 

Adore  and  tremblp,  for  our  God 375 

Again  the  day  returns  of  holy  rest 459 

Again  the  Lord  of  life  and  light 458 

Ah,  how  shall  fallen  man 325 

Ah,  who  hath  keenest  sorrow 539 

Ah,  why  should  doubts  and  fears  arise 343 

Ah,  wretched,  vile,  ungrateful  heart 416 

Alas,  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed 397 

Alas,  what  hourly  dangers  rise 413 

All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name 307 

All  ye  nations  praise  the  Lord 183 

All  ye  that  love  the  Lord  rejoice 247 

Almightv  Father,  gracious  Lord 356 

Almighty  Maker  God 252 

Almighty  Ruler  of  the  skies 20 

Almighty  Sovereign  of  the  skies 542 

Along  the  banks  where  Babel's  current  flows , 227 

Amazing  grace  !  how  sweet  the  sound 404 

Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross 440 

Amid  thy  wrath  remember  love 73 

Among  th'  assemblies  of  the  great 135 

Among  the  princes,  earthly  gods 141 

And  are  we  wretches  yet  alive 427 

And  can  my  heart  aspire  so  high 561 

And  must  this  body  die 585 

And  will  the  Lord  "thus  condescend 390 

Angels  roll  the  rock  away 284 

Another  day  has  pass'd  along 465 

Another  week  of  toil  is  done. 459 

Are  all  the  foes  of  Zion  fools 102 

Are  sinners  now  so  hardened  grown 28 

Arise,  my  gracious  God 33 

Arise,  my  tend'rest  thoughts,  arise 369 

Arise.  O  King  of  grace,  arise 217 

Arm  of  the  Lord,  awake,  awake 516 

Around  the  Saviour's  lofty  throne 270 

And  will  the  God  of  grace" 135 

Ascend  thy  throne,  Almighty  King 514 

As  pants  the  hart  for  cooling  streams 80 

As  round  about  Jerusalem 208 

Astonish'd  and  distress'd 393 

At  anchor  laid,  remote  from  home 313 

At  God's  command  the  morning  ray  114 

Attend,  O  Lord,  while  hosts  of  foes 133 

At  thy  command.  O  gracious  Lord 496 

Awak'd  by  Sinai's  awful  sound 329 

Awake,  awake  the  sacred  song 266 

Awake,  my  soul,  stretch  every  nerve 441 

Awake,  my  souL  to  sound  his  praise 177 

Awake,  our  soul-,  away  our  fears 441 

Awake,  ve  saints,  to  praise  your  King . . .  221 

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602  TABLE  OF  FIRST  LINES. 

Backward  we  look  with  grief  and  shaine 323 

Before  Jehovah's  awful  throne 163 

Before  thy  awful  throne 397 

Before  thy  footstool  kneeling 666 

Before  thy  throne,  Eternal  King 469 

Begin,  my  soul,  th'  exalted  lay 245 

Begin,  my  soul,  the  heav'nly  song 279 

Begin,  my  tongue,  some  heav'nly  theme 503 

Behold  a  stranger  at  the  door 389 

Behold,  the  blind  their  sight  receive 269 

Behold  the  glories  of  the  Lamb 306 

Behold  the  grace  appear 264 

Behold  the  Judge  descends,  his  guards  are  nigh 95 

Behold  the  lofty  sky 37 

Behold  the  love,  the  gen'rous  love 69 

Behold  the  morning  sun 38 

Behold  the  mountain  of  the  Lord 521 

Behold  the  Saviour  of  mankind 273 

Behold  the  sure  foundation  stone 189 

Behold  thy  waiting  servant,  Lord 196 

Behold  what  condescending  love 479 

Behold  what  wondrous  grace 346 

Be  joyful  in  God,  all  ye  lands  of  the  earth 164 

Bleeding  hearts  defil'd  by  sin 298 

Blessed  are  the  sons  of  God 347 

Blessed  are  thy  people,  Lord 464 

Bless,  Omy  soul,  the  living  God 168 

Bless  ye  the  Lord,  in  solemn  rite 220 

Blest  are  the  humble  souls  that  see 361 

Blest  are  the  sons  of  peace 219 

Blest  are  the  souls  that  hear  and  know 146 

Blest  are  the  undefil'd  in  heart 191 

Blest  be  the  everlasting  God 353 

Blest  be  the  tie  that  binds 455 

Blest  is  the  man,  for  ever  blest 63 

Blest  is  the  man  whose  heart  can  move 79 

Blest  is  the  man  whose  soft'ning  heart 541 

Blest  is  the  man  who  shuns  the  place 9 

Blest  is  the  nation  where  the  Lord 65 

Blest  morning,  whose  first  op'ning  rays 457 

Blow  ye  the  trumpet,  blow 522 

Bread  of  heav'n,  on  thee  I  feed 502 

Bright  King  of  Glory,  mighty  God 269 

Brightness  of  glory,  thou  God  of  the  morning 267 

Bright  source  of  everlasting  love 537 

Broad  is  the  road  that  leads  to  death 349 

Brought  forth  to  judgment,  Jesus  stands 510 

Buried  in  shadows  of  the  night 271 

But  who  shall  reach  thine  holy  place 30 

Call  Jehovah  thy  salvation 151 

Child  of  sin  and  sorrow 382 

Children,  hear  the  melting  story 483 

Children,  in  years  and  knowledge  young 67 

Children,  listen  to  the  Lord , 482 

Children  of  the  heav'nly  King 405 

Christ  and  his  cro^s  are  all  our  theme 321 

Christ  had  his  sorrows  when  he  shed 294 

Christ,  whose  glory  fills  the  skies 271 

Come  every  pious  heart 301 

Come,  gracious  Lord,  descend  and  dwell 453 

Come,  gracious  Spirit,  come 311 

Come,  gracious  Spirit,  heav'nly  Dove 312 

Come  happy  souls,  approach  your  God 277 


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Come  hither,  all  ye  weary  souls 288 

Come,  Holy  Ghost,  descend  from  high 496 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come 31 1 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heav'nly  Dove 310 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Guest 312 

Come  in,  thou  blessed  of  the  Lord 492 

Come,  let  our  voices  join  to  raise 157 

Come,  let  us  lift  our  joyful  eyes 335 

Come,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs 307 

Come,  let  us  sing  the  pi-aise  of  God 358 

Come,  Lord,  and  warm  each  languid  heart 453 

Come,  my  Redeemer,  come 435 

Come,  my  soul,  thy  suit  prepare 454 

Come,  see  the  place  where  Jesus  lay 280 

Come,  sound  his  praise  abroad 156 

Come,  thou  Almighty  King 316 

Come,  thou  fount  of  every  blessing 509 

Come  to  Calvary's  holy  mountain 497 

Come,  trembling  sinner,  in  whose  breast 395 

Come,  weary  souls,  with  sin  distress'd 394 

Come,  ye  disconsolate,  where'er  ye  languish 420 

Come,  ye  that  love  the  Lord    406 

Come,  ye  that  love  the  Saviour's  name 292 

Conscious  of  thy  ruin'd  state 391 

Consider  all  my  sorrows,  Lord 199 

Dark  brood  the  heaven's  o'er  thee 587 

Daughter  of  Zion,  awake  from  thy  sadness 426 

David  rejoie'd  in  God,  his  strength 43 

Death  cannot  make  my  soul  afraid , 574 

Death,  'tis  a  melancholy  day 572 

Dearest  of  all  the  names  above 333 

Dear  Refuge  of  my  weary  soul 297 

Dear  Saviour,  if  these  lambs  should  stray 480 

Dear  Saviour,  let  me  never  be 408 

Dear  Saviour,  when  my  thoughts  recall 432 

Deep  are  the  wounds  that  sin  hath  made 288 

Deep  in  our  hearts  let  us  record 120 

Deep  in  the  dust,  before  thy  throne 324 

Delay  not,  delay  not,  O  sinner  draw  near 360 

Did  Christ  o'er"  sinners  weep 371 

Do  not  I  love  thee,  O  my  Lord 371 

Dread  Sovereign,  let  my  evening  song 448 

Early,  my  God,  without  delay 110 

Earth's  stormy  night  will  soon  be  o'er 573 

Encompass'd  by  ten  thousand  ills 203 

Encompass'd  w'ith  clouds  of  distress 419 

Enslav'd  by  sin,  fast  hound  in  chains 278 

Ere  the  blue  heav'ns  were  stretch'd  abroad 268 

Eternal  Power,  whose  high  abode 260 

Eternal  source  of  every  joy 551 

Eternal  Spirit,  we  confess 314 

Eternal  wisdom,  thee  we  praise 253 

Exalt  the  Lord  our  God 163 

Extol  the  Lord,  the  Lord  most  high '.'. 89 

Faith  adds  new  charms  to  earthly  bliss 343 

Faith  is  the  brightest  evidence 345 

Far  as  thy  name  is  known .^ 90 

Farewell!  we  meet  no  more 578 

Far  from  my  thoughts,  vain  world,  be  gone 462 

Far  from  the  world,  O  Lord,  I  flee 443 

Fast  flow  my  tears,  the  cause  is  great 506 


604  TABLE  OF  FIRST  LINES. 

Father,  now  wide  thy  glory  shines , 262 

Father,  I  bless  thy  gentle  hand 200 

Father  in  heav'n,  I  long  to  view 591 

Father,  I  sing  thy  wondrous  grace 119 

Father  of  all,  thy  care  we  bless 444 

Father  of  glory,  to  thy  name 315 

Father  of  mercies,  bow  thine  ear 469 

Father  of  mercies,  God  of  love 429 

Father  of  mercies,  in  thy  word 250 

Father  of  mercies,  send  thy  grace 536 

Father,  whate'er  of  earthly  bliss 554 

Firm  and  unmov'd  are  they 2*38 

Firm  as  the  earth,  thy  gospel  stands 343 

Firm  was  my  health,  my  day  was  bright 60 

Fools  in  their  hearts  believe  and  say 28 

For  a  season  call'd  to  part 455 

For  ever  blessed  be  the  Lord 236 

For  ever  shall  my  song  record 144 

Forgive  my  folly 431 

Frequent  the  day  of  God  returns 465 

From  age  to  age,  exalt  his  name 174 

From  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies 187 

From  deep  distress  and  ti'oubled  thoughts 213 

From  foes  that  round  us  rise 108 

From  Greenland's  icy  mountains 519 

From  lowest  depths  of  wo 214 

From  thee,  my  God,  my  joys  shall  rise 437 

From  the  cross  uplifted  high 497 

Gently,  Lord,  O  gently  lead  us 556 

Give  glory  to  God  in  the  highest,  give  praise 59 

Give  me  the  wings  of  faith  to  rise 598 

Give  thanks  to  God,  he  reigns  above 171 

Give  thanks  to  God,  invoke  his  name 171 

Give  thanks  to  God  most  high 223 

Give  thanks  to  God,  the  sovereign  Lord 222 

Give  to  our  God  immortal  praise 224 

Give  to  the  Lord,  ye  sons  of  fame 58 

Glorious  things  of  thee  are  spoken 142 

Glory  to  God  on  high 305 

Glory  to  thee,  my  God,  this  night 450 

God  in  his  earthly  temple  lays 141 

God,  in  the  gospel  of  his  Son 319 

God,  in  the  high  and  holy  place . ...  236 

God  is  a  King  of  pow'r  unknown 258 

God  is  a  Spirit  just  and  wise 407 

God  is  my  strong  salvation 56 

God  is  the  refuge  of  his  saints 86 

God  moves  in  a  mysterious  way 340 

God  my  supporter  and  my  hope 127 

God  of  eternal  love 173 

God  of  mercy,  hear  my  prayer 477 

God  of  my  childhood  and  my  youth 123 

God  of  my  mercy  and  my  praise 178 

God  of  my  life,  look  gently  down 75 

God  of  my  life,  through  all  my  days 359 

God  of  my  life,  thy  constant  care 552 

God  of  my  life,  to  thee  I  call , 555 

God  of  the  morning  at  whose  voice 445 

God  of  the  nations,  bow  thine  ear 516 

God  of  the  seas,  thine  awful  voice 546 

God's  only  Son  was  lifted  up 577 

God  will  arise  in  awful  might 118 

Go  forth  on  wings  of  fervent  prayer 539 


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Go,  messenger  of  love,  and  bear 538 

Good  is  the  Lord,  the  hcav'nly  King 115 

Go  preach  my  gospel,  saith  the  Lord 467 

Go  todarkGethsemane 295 

Go  tune  thy  voice  to  sacred  song 354 

Go  watch  and  pray,  thou  canst  not  tell 382 

Go  worship  at  linmanuel's  feet 288 

Grace,  like  an  uncorrupted  seed 345 

Grace,  'tis  a  charming  sound 334 

Gracious  Spi  rit,  love  divine 313 

Grant  me  within  thy  courts  a  place 55 

Grant  us  wisdom,  gracious  Lord 476 

Great  Author  of  w  eation 317 

Great  Father  of  our  feeble  race 309 

Great  God,  attend  while  Zion  sings 137 

Great  God,  I  own  thv  sentence  just 571 

Great  God,  how  infinite  art  thou 252 

Great  God,  how  oft  did  Israel  prove 132 

Great  God,  indulge  my  humble  claim Ill 

Great  God,  my  Maker  and  my  King 256 

Great  God,  now  condescend 477 

Great  God,  to  thee  my  evening  song 451 

Great  God,  we  sing  that  mighty  hand 551 

Great  God,  whose  universal  sway 124 

Great  is  the  Lord,  his  works  of  might 180 

Great  is  the  Lord  our  God 90 

Great  King  of  glory  and  of  grace 324 

Great  Ruler  of  the  earth  and  skies 543 

Great  Shepherd  of  thine  Israel 133 

Great  was  the  day,  the  joy  was  great 372 

Guide  me,  O  thou  great  Jehovah 442 

Had  I  the  tongues  of  Greeks  and  Jews 363 

Had  not  the  Lord,  may  Israel  say 207 

Hail  thou  once  despised  Jesus 276 

Hail  to  the  brightness  of  Zion's  glad  morning 527 

Hail  to  the  Lord's  anointed 126 

Happy  is  he  that  fears  the  Lord 182 

Happy  soul,  thy  days  are  ending 577 

Happy  the  church,' the  sacred  place 473 

Happy  the  heart  where  graces  reign 362 

Happy  the  man  to  whom  his  God 62 

Happy  the  man  whose  cautious  feet 10 

Happy  the  man  whose  heart  expands 479 

Hark,  from  the  tombs  a  doleful  sound 581 

Hark,  that  shout  of  rapt'rous  joy 586 

Hark,  the  glad  sound,  the  Saviour  comes 264 

Hark,  the  herald  angels  sing 263 

Hark,  the  song  of  jubilee 527 

Hark,  the  voice  of  love  and  mercy 275 

Hark,  what  mean  those  holy  voices 263 

Hasten,  Lord,  the  glorious  time 125 

Hasten,  Lord,  to  my  release 120 

Haste,  O  sinner,  to  be  wise 374 

Hear,  gracious  God,  my  humble  moan 434 

Hearken,  Lord,  to  my  complaints 81 

Hear  me,  O  God,  nor  hide  thy  face 165 

Hear  me,  O  Lord,  in  my  distress 236 

Hear  my  prayer,  Jehovah,  hear 167 

Hearts  of  stone,  relent,  relent, 506 

Hear  what  the  Lord  from  heaven  proclaims 580 

He  dies,  the  Friend  of  sinners  dies 266 

He  lives  the  great  Redeemer  lives 265 

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Help,  Lord,  for  men  of  virtue  fail 25 

Heralds  of  creation  cry 246 

Here  at  thy  cross,  incarnate  God 507 

He  reigns,  the  Lord,  the  Saviour  reigns 159 

Here  in  thy  name,  eternal  God 475 

He  sought,  and  from  a  Father's  hand 398 

He  that  goeth  forth  with  weeping 367 

He  that  hath  made  his  refuge  God 150 

High  in  the  heavens,  eternal  God 70 

High  on  a  throne  of  light,  O  Lord 537 

Hosannas  were  by  children  sung 490 

Hosanna  to  the  Prince  of  light y.  283 

Hosanna  to  th'  Eternal  Son 308 

Hosanna  with  a  cheerful  sound 447 

How  are  thy  servants  bless'd,  O  Lord 176 

How  beautiful  the  sight 220 

How  beautiful  those  rays  appear 540 

How  beauteous  are  their  feet 467 

How  calm  and  beautiful  the  morn 281 

How  can  I  bear  a  Father's  frown 429 

How  can  we  see  the  children,  Lord 478 

How  charming  is  the  place 463 

How  condescending  and  how  kind 504 

How  did  my  heart  rejoice  to  hear 204 

How  fast  their  guilt  and  sorrow  rise 31 

How  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of  the  Lord 350 

How  frail  are  these  bodies  of  clay 565 

How  great  thy  mercies,  Lord 495 

How  heavy  is  the  night 272 

How  helpless  guilty  nature  lies 328 

How  honorable  is  the  place 472 

How  large  the  promise,  how  divine 494 

How  long,  O  Lord,  shall  I  complain 26 

How  long  shall  Jacob's  offspring  prove 518 

How  long  shall  virtue  languish 539 

How  long  wilt  thou  conceal  thy  face 27 

How  long,  ye  sons  of  men,  will  ye 15 

How  lovely  and  how  fair 139 

How  oft,  alas,  my  wretched  heart 424 

How  oft  have  sin  and  Satan  striv'n 349 

How  pleasant,  how  divinely  fair 136 

How  pleasant  'lis  to  see 219 

How  pleas'd  and  bless'd  was  I 205 

How  precious  is  the  book  divine 249 

How  sad  our  state  by  nature  is 321 

How  shall  the  young  secure  their  hearts 193 

How  should  the  sons  of  Adam  boast 262 

How  sweet  and  awful  is  the  place 511 

How  sweet  and  heav'nly  is  the  sight 363 

How  sweet  is  the  Sabbath  to  me 489 

How  sweet  the  melting  lay 453 

How  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds 299 

How  sweet  to  leave  the  world  awhile 463 

How  tedious  and  tasteless  the  hours 410 

How  tender  is  thy  hand 564 

How  vain  are  all  things  here  below 326 

How  will  my  heart  endure 586 

How  wondrous  that  manner  of  love 347 

I  ask'd  the  Lord  that  I  might  grow 555 

If  God  succeed  not,  all  the  cost 210 

If  God  to  build  the  house  deny 211 

I  hate  the  tempter  and  his  charms .' 327 

I  lift  my  banner,  saith  the  Lord 522 


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I  lift  ray  soul  to  God 51 

I'll  bless  the  Lord  from  day  today 68 

I'll  praise  my  Maker  with  my  breath 240 

I'll  speak  the  honors  of  my  King 84 

I  look  to  thee,  O  Lord,  alone 396 

I  love  the  Lord,  he  heard  my  cries 185 

1  love  the  Lord,  whose  gracious  ear 1S6 

I  love  the  volume  of  thy  word 40 

I  love  thy  kingdom,  Lord 225 

I  love  to  steal  awhile  away 444 

I'm  not  asham'd  to  own  my  Lord 439 

In  all  my  vast  concerns  with  thee 231 

In  anger,  Lord,  rebuke  me  not 17 

In  God's  own  house  pronounce  his  praise 247 

In  God's  own  workmanship  display M 232 

In  Judah,  God  of  old  was  known 130 

In  mercy,  not  in  wrath,  rebuke 18 

Inquire,  ye  pilgrims,  for  the  way 384 

In  songs  of  sublime  adoration  and  praise 341 

In  sweet  exalted  strains 472 

In  thee,  great  God,  with  songs  of  praise 43 

In  this  calm  impressive  hour 446 

In  time  of  tribulation 131 

Into  thy  hand,  O  God  of  truth 60 

In  vain  the  fancy  strives  to  paint 579 

In  Zion's  sacred  gates 247 

1  saw,  beyond  the  tomb 539 

I  saw  One  hanging  on  a  tree 505 

I  send  the  joys  of  earth  away 421 

1  set  the  Lord  before  my  face 32 

I  sing  th'  almighty  pow:r  of  God 254 

Is  there  ambition  in  my  heart 215 

Is  this  the  kind  return 417 

It  is  the  Lord  our  Saviour's  hand 167 

I  waited  patient  for  the  Lord 77 

I  was  a  traitor  doonrd  to  die 510 

I  will  extol  thee,  Lord  on  high 59 

I  would  not  live  always  ;  I  ask  not  to  slay 591 

Jehovah  reigns,  he  dwells  in  light 154 

Jehovah  reigns,  his  throne  is  high 253 

Jehovah  reigns  !  your  tribute  bring 24 

Jerusalem,  Jerusalem 518 

Jerusalem,  my  happy  home 595 

Jesus,  and  can  it  ever  be 439 

Jesus,  I  my  cross  have  taken 401 

Jesus,  incarnate  Son  of  God 595 

Jesus  invites  his  saints 496 

Jesus  is  gone  above  the  skies 499 

Jesus,  Lord,  we  look  to  thee 364 

Jesus,  lover  of  my  soul 298 

Jesus,  my  Saviour,  and  my  God 400 

Jesus,  our  Lord,  ascend  thy  throne 179 

Jesus,  save  my  dy  ing  soul 399 

Jesus  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun 125 

Jesus,  the  vision  of  thy  face 580 

Jesus,  thou  everlasting  King 511 

Jesus,  thou  Prince  and  Savio;ir 287 

Jesus,  thy  witness  speaks  within 315 

Jesus,  we  bow  before  thy  throne 515 

Jesus,  where'er  thy  people  meet 451 

Jesus,  while  our  hearts  are  bleeding 567 

Join  all  the  glorious  names 289 

Joy  to  the  world  the  Lord  is  come 161 


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Judge  me,  O  Lord,  and  plead  my  cause 82 

Judge  me,  O  Lord,  and  prove  my  ways 53 

Judges,  who  rule  the  world  by  laws 106 

Just  are  thy  ways,  and  true  thy  word 35 

Keep  silence,  all  created  things 257 

Kindred  in  Christ,  for  his  dear  sake 454 

Know,  my  soul,  thy  full  salvation 352 

Laden  with  guilt,  and  full  of  fears 250 

Lamb  of  God,  whose  bleeding  love 508 

Let  all  the  earth  their  voices  raise •.  159 

Let  all  the  heathen  writers  join 195 

Let  children  hear  the  mighty  deeds 132 

Let  children  that  would  fear  the  Lord 485 

Let  earthly  minds  the  world  pursue 403 

Let  earth,  with  every  isle  and  sea 160 

Let  everlasting  glories  crown 251 

Let  every  creature  join 245 

Let  every  mortal  ear  attend 388 

Let  every  tongue  thy  goodness  speak 239 

Let  heathens  to  their  idols  haste 32 

Let  me  but  hear  my  Saviour  say 558 

Let  party  names  no  more 364 

Let  sinners  take  their  course 104 

Let  the  whole  race  of  creatures  lie 337 

Let  those  neglect  thy  glory,  Lord 317 

Let  us  adore  th'  eternal  Word 501 

Let  us  with  a  joyful  mind 225 

Let  Zion  and  her  King  rejoice 87 

LetZion  and  her  sons  rejoice 166 

Let  Zion's  watchman  now  awake 468 

Life  is  a  span,  a  fleeting  hour 582 

Life  is  the  time  to  serve  the  Lord 379 

Lift  up  your  eyes,  behold  the  seats , 285 

Light  of  those  whose  dreary  dwelling 412 

Like  sheep  we  went  astray 331 

Lo,  he  comes,  in  clouds  descending 587 

Lo,  on  a  narrow  neck  of  land 379 

Lo,  what  a  glorious  corner-stone 191 

Lo,  what  a  glorious  scene  appears 525 

Lo,  what  an  entertaining  sight 218 

Long  as  he  lives  he  shall  be  thine 481 

Long  as  I  live  I'll  bless  thy  name 238 

Long  have  I  sat  beneath  the  sound 417 

Look  down,  O  Lord,  with  pitying  eye 370 

Look,  ye  saints,  the  day  is  breaking 526 

Lord,  assist  us  by  thy  grace 475 

Lord,  at  thy  feet  we  sinners  lie 393 

Lord,  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing 599 

Lord,  for  ever  at  thy  side 215 

Lord,  for  thy  servant  David's  sake 217 

Lord,  how  divine  thy  comforts  are 500 

Lord,  how  mysterious  are  thy  ways 341 

Lord,  how  secure  and  blest  are  they 400 

Lord,  how  .secure  my  conscience  was 325 

Lord,  I  am  pain'd,  but  I  resign 568 

Lord,  I  am  thine,  but  thou  wilt  prove 33 

Lord,  I  am  thine,  entirely  thine 402 

Lord,  I  am  vile,  conceiv'd  in  sin 99 

Lord,  1  can  suffer  thy  rebukes 18 

Lord,  I  esteem  thy  judgments  right 194 

Lord,  if  thine  eyes  survey  our  faults 149 

Lord,  I  have  made  thy  word  my  choice 195 


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Lord,  I  have  put  my  trust  in  thee 123 

Lord,  in  the  morning  thou  shalt  hear 16 

Lord,  in  the  temple  of  thy  grace 462 

Lord,  I  will  bless  thee  all  my  days 66 

Lord,  I  would  come  to  thee 487 

Lord.  I  would  spread  my  sore  distress 100 

Lord,  let  me  know  mine  end 76 

Lord,  let  my  prayer  like  incense  rise 234 

Lord  of  mercy,  just  and  kind 27 

Lord  of  the  harvest,  bend  thine  ear 470 

Lord  of  the  Sabbath,  thee  we  praise 461 

Lord  of  the  worlds  above 138 

Lord,  thou  hast  call'd  thy  grace  to  mind 140 

Lord,  thou  hast  heard  thy  servant  cry 188 

Lord,  thou  hast  scourg'd  our  guilty  land 108 

I-ord,  thou  hast  search'd  and  seen  me  through 229 

Lord,  thou  hast  seen  my  soul  sincere 34 

Loid,  thou  wilt  hear  me  when  I  pray IS 

Lord,  'tis  a  pleasant  thing  to  stand 153 

Lord,  we  bow  with  deep  contrition 424 

Lord,  we  come  before  thee  now 460 

Lord,  we  confess  our  numerous  faults 333 

Lord,  we  have  heard  thy  works  of  old 83 

Lord,  what  a  feeble  piece 150 

Lord,  what  a  heaven  of  saving  grace 436 

Lord,  what  a  thoughtless  wretch  was  1 127 

Lord,  what  a  wretched  land  is  this 411 

Lord,  what  is  man,  poor  feeble  man 237 

Lord,  what  was  man,  when  made  at  first 21 

Lord,  when  my  raptured  thought  surveys 355 

Lord,  when  thou  didst  ascend  on  high 119 

Love  divine,  all  love  excelling 507 

Loud  hallelujahs  to  the  Lord 244 

Majestic  sweetness  sits  enthron'd 301 

May  not  the  Sovereign  Lord  on  high 337 

May  those  who  have  thy  name  confess'd 492 

Men  of  God,  go  take  your  stations 532 

Mercy  and  judgment  are  my  song 164 

Mighty  God,  while  angels  bless  thee 270 

Mighty  Redeemer,  set  me  free 329 

Mine  eyes  and  my  desire 52 

Mistaken  souls,  that  dream  of  heav'n 344 

Morning  breaks  upon  the  tomb 555 

Mortals  awake,  with  angels  join 265 

Mourn,  mourn  o'er  follies  past 545 

My  dear  Redeemer  and  my  Lord ,.. ..  293 

My  drowsy  pow'rs,  why  sleep  ye  so 415 

My  faith  looks  up  to  thee 295 

My  former  hopes  have  fled 391 

My  God,  accept  my  early  vows 233 

My  God,  consider  my  distress 197 

My  God,  how  endless  is  thy  love 447 

My  God,  how  many  are  my  fears 13 

My  God,  in  whom  are  all  the  springs 106 

My  God,  my  everlasting  hope 121 

My  God,  my  Father,  blissful  name 346 

My  God,  my  God,  why  now  forsake 274 

My  God,  my  King,  thy  various  praise 238 

My  God,  my  life,  my  love 261 

My  God.  my  portion  and  my  love 260 

My  God,  permit  me  not  to  be 409 

My  God,  permit  my  tongue Ill 

My  God,  preserve  my  soul , , 108 


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My  God,  tne  covenant  of  thy  love 480 

My  God,  the  spring  of  all  my  joys 435 

My  God,  the  steps  of  pious  men 73 

My  God,  thy  service  well  demands 564 

My  God,  what  inward  grief  I  feel 230 

My  God,  while  impious  men 233 

My  heart  rejoices  in  thy  name 61 

My  never-ceasing  song  shall  show 146 

My  race  is  rin,  my  warfare  o'er 353 

My  refuge  is  the  God  of  love 24 

My  righteous  Judge,  my  gracious  God 235 

My  Saviour  and  my  King 84 

My  Saviour,  my  almighty  Friend 122 

My  Shepherd  is  the  living  Lord 45 

My  Shepherd  will  supply  my  need 46 

My  son,  know  thou  the  Lord 483 

My  soul,  be  on  thy  guard 414 

My  soul,  come  meditate  the  day 570 

My  soul  forsakes  her  vain  delights 422 

My  soul,  how  lovely  is  the  place 137 

My  soul  lies  cleaving  to  the  dust 20? 

My  soul,  repeat  his  praise 169 

My  soul,  thy  great  Creator  praise 171 

My  spirit  looks  to  God  alone 109 

My  spirit  sinks  within  me,  Lord 80 

My  trust  is  in  my  heav'nly  Friend 19 

Naked  as  from  the  earth  we  came 559 

Nature  with  open  volume  stands 500 

Nature  with  solemn  accent  cries 251 

No,  I  will  envy  those  no  more 511 

No  more,  my  God,  I  boast  no  more 332 

Nor  eye  hath  seen,  nor  ear  hath  heard 590 

Not  all  the  blood  of  beasts 273 

Not  all  the  outward  forms  on  earth 323 

Not  to  condemn  the  sons  of  men 330 

Not  to  our  names,  thou  only  j  ust  and  true 184 

Not  to  ourselves,  who  are  but  dust 184 

Not  to  the  terrors  of  the  Lord 330 

Not  with  our  mortal  eyes 501 

Now  before  thy  throne  we  bend 206 

Now  begin  the  heav'nly  theme 303 

Now  be  my  heart,  inspir'd  to  sing 85 

Now  be  the  gospel  banner 535 

Now  by  the  love  of  Christ  my  God 365 

Now  condescend,  almighty  King 489 

Now  for  a  tune  of  lofty  praise 303 

Now  from  labor  and  from  care 450 

Now,  gracious  Lord,  thine  arm  reveal 552 

Now  in  my  early  days 484 

Now  in  the  heat  of  youthful  blood 377 

Now  in  the  hour  of  deep  distress 44 

Now  I  resolve  with  all  my  heart 401 

Now  is  th'  accepted  time 381 

Now  let  my  soul,  eternal  King 320 

Now  let  our  drooping  hearts  revive .* 471 

Now  let  our  mournful  songs  record 44 

Now  let  our  voices  join 598 

Now  let  the  Lord  my  Saviour  smile 559 

Now  let  the  soul  on  wings  sublime 438 

Now  may  the  God  of  povv'r  and  grace 41 

Now  may  the  Spirit's  holy  fire 311 

Now  plead  my  cause,  Almighty  God 69 

Now  shall  my  solemn  vows  be  paid , 116 


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Now  to  the  Lord  a  nobler  song 308 

Now  to  the  Lord,  that  makes  us  know , 29} 

Now  to  the  pow'r  of  God  supreme 336 

Now  ye  tnat  boast  of  earthly  pow'r 12 

O  all  ye  nations,  praise  the  Lord 187 

O  blessed  souls  are  they 62 

O  city  of  the  Lord,  begin 523 

O  come  let  us  sing  to  the  Lord 158 

Oer  the  gloomy  hills  of  darkness 517 

Of  all  the  joys  we  mortals  know 512 

O  for  an  overcoming  faith 574 

O  for  a  shout  of  sacred  joy 89 

O  God,  my  refuge,  hear  my  cries 103 

O  God  of  Abra'in,  hear 4S1 

O  God  of  grace  and  righteousness 14 

O  God  of  mercy,  hear  my  call 101 

O  God  of  our  salvation S7 

O  God  of  sovereign  grace 517 

O  God,  our  help  in  ages  past 148 

O  great  is  Jehovah,  and  great  be  his  praise 91 

O  happy  day  that  fixrd  my  choice 491 

O  happy  man,  whose  soul  is  fill'd 212 

O  happy  saints,  that  dwell  in  light 595 

Oh  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul 169 

Oh  could  I  speak  the  matchless  worth 304 

Oh  could  our  thoughts  and  wisltes  fly 438 

Oh  for  a  closer  walk  with  God 433 

Oh  for  a  glance  of  heav'nly  day 418 

Oh  for  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing 300 

Oh  for  that  tenderness  of  heart 425 

Oh  how  can  praise  my  tongue  employ 411 

Oh  how  I  love  thy  holy  law 194 

Oh  let  my  trembling  soul  be  still 558 

Oh,  my  soul,  what  means  this  sadness 430 

Oh  render  thanks  to  God  above 172 

Oh  speak  that  gracious  word  again 433 

Oh  that  I  could  for  ever  dwell. . iSl 

Oh  that  1  knew  the  secret  place 425 

Oh  that  my  soul  were  tun'd  to  wo 427 

Oh  that  the  Lord  would  guide  my  ways 197 

Oh  that  thy  statutes  every  hour 199 

Oh  the  delights,  the  heavenly  joys 306 

Oh  where  shall  rest  be  found 594 

O  injur'd  majesty  of  heav'n 399 

O  Jesus,  delight  "of  my  soul 4S7 

O  Jesus  divine 42C 

O  Jesus,  my  Lord  and  my  God 565 

O  Jesus,  our  King 541 

O  Lord,  another  day  is  flown 449 

O  Lord,  behold  us  at  thy  feet 478 

O  Lord,  encouraged  by  thy  grace 493 

O  Lord,  how  many  are  my  foes 14 

O  Lord,  in  sorrow  I  rpsig n 560 

O  Lord,  I  would  delight  in  thee 558 

O  Lord,  my  best  desires  fulfil 561 

O  Lord,  my  King,  how  excellent 20 

O  Lord  our  God,  arise 523 

O  Lord,  our  Lord,  how  wondrous  great 19 

O  Lord,  our  Lord,  in  pow'r  divine. 21 

O  Lord,  the  God  of  heav'n  and  earth 233 

O  Lord,  thy  work  revive 368 

Once  I  thought  my  mountain  strong 410 

Once  more,  my  soul,  the  rising  day 445 


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Once  on  the  raging  seas  I  rode ..404 

On  Jordan's  rugged  banks  I  stand 59* 

On  thee  each  morning,  O  my  God 443 

On  the  mountain's  top  appearing 528 

On  thy  church,  O  Pow'r  divine 118 

O  sacred  Head,  once  wounded 509 

O  Shepherd  cf  T.«rael  divine 428 

O  Shepherd  of  tny  people,  hear 474 

O  thou  before  whose  gracious  throne 471 

O  thou  that  hearest  prayer 309 

O  thou  that  hear'st  when  sinners  cry 100 

O  thou  whose  grace  and  justice  reign 206 

O  thou  whose  hand  the  kingdom  sways 121 

O  thou  whose  justice  reigns  on  high 105 

O  thou  whose  tender  mercy  hears 431 

O  thou  in  whose  presence 569 

Our  God,  how  firm  his  promise,  stands 352 

Our  little  bark  on  boisterous  seas 548 

Our  Lord  is  risen  from  the  dead. , 50 

Our  rulers,  Lord,  with  songs  of  praise 43 

Our  soaring  spirits  fain  would  rise 316 

Our  souls  by  love  together  drawn 373 

Out  of  the  deeps  of  long  distress 213 

Out  of  the  depths  of  wo 214 

Out  of  the  mouth  of  infancy 486 

O  what  is  earthly  pleasure 77 

O,  ye  mourners,  cease  to  languish 579 

O  Zion,  tune  thy  voice 373 

Parting  soul,  the  floods  await  thee 576 

People  of  the  living  God 402 

Plung'd  in  a  gulf  of  dark  despair 331 

Praise  the  Lord,  his  pow'r  confess 248 

Praise  the  Lord,  ye  heavens  adore  him 246 

Praise  to  God,  the  great  Creator.... 360 

Praise  to  the  Lord  on  high 299 

Praise  waits  in  Zion,  Lord,  for  thee 114 

Praise  ye  the  Lord,  exalt  his  name 221 

Praise  ye  the  Lord,  my  heart  shall  join 240 

Praise  ye  the  Lord,  'tis  good  to  raise 241 

Prayer  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire 367 

Preserve  me,  Lord,  in  time  of  need 30 

Prostrate,  O  Jesus,  at  thy  feet 396 

Quench  not  the  Spirit  of  the  Lord 383 

Quiet,  Lord,  my  froward  heart 554 

Raise  your  triumphant  songs 278 

Rejoice  in  the  Lord 407 

Rejoice  in  the  Lord,  O  ye  righteous,  rejoice 66 

Rejoice,  the  Lord  is  King 292 

Rejoice,  ye  righteous,  in  the  Lord 64 

Remember,  Lord,  our  mortal  state 145 

Repent,  the  voice  celestial  cries 378 

Return,  my  roving  heart,  return 409 

Return,  O  God  of  love,  return 149 

Return,  O  wand'rer,  now  return 422 

Return,  O  wand'rer,  to  thy  home 384 

Return  to  the  guide  of  thy  youth 423 

Rise,  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings 442 

Rock  of  Ages,  cleft  for  me 296 

Roll  on,  thou  mighty  ocean 632 

Safely  through  another  week 467 


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Balnts,  at  your  heav'nly  Father's  word 562 

Salvation  is  forever  nigh 140 

Salvation,  O  the  joyful  sound 334 

Save  me  from  evil  men 112 

Save  me,  Lord,  in  this  distress 82 

Saviour,  hear  us  through  thy  merit 452 

Saviour,  visit  thy  plantation 366 

Say,  sinner,  hath  a  voice  within 383 

Search  my  heart,  my  actions  prove 54 

See,  gracious  God,  before  thy  throne 544 

See  Israel's  gentle  Shepherd  stand 494 

See  what  a  living  stone 190 

Shall  Atheists  dare  insult  the  cross 336 

Shall  man,  O  God  of  life  and  light 143 

Shall  the  vile  race  of  flesh  and  blood 336 

Shall  we  so  on  to  sin 505 

Shall  Wisdom  crv  aloud 389 

Shepherds,  hail  the  wondrous  Stranger 266 

Shine,  might v  God,  on  Zion  shine 117 

Shout,  for  the  great  Redeemer  reigns 524 

Show  pity.  Lord,  O  Lord  forgive 98 

Since  alfthe  changing  scenes  of  time 339 

Since  Jesus  freely  did  appear 546 

Sing,  all  ye  nations,  to  the  Lord 116 

Sing  to  the  Lord  aloud 134 

Sing  to  the  Lord  Jehovah's  name 156 

Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  distant  lands 158 

Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  heav'nly  host 588 

Sing,  ye  redeemed  of  the  Lord 405 

Sin  has  a  thousand  treach'rous  arts 324 

Sinner,  art  thou  still  secure 376 

Sinners,  the  voice  of  God  regard 385 

Sinner,  stop,  O  stop  and  think 375 

Sinners,  turn,  why  will  ye  die 378 

Sinners,  will  you  scorn  the  message 385 

Soft  and  holy  is  the  place 461 

Soft  echoes  'from  the  bending  sky 596 

So  let  our  lips  and  lives  express 362 

Songs  of  immortal  praise  belong 180 

Soon  as  I  heard  my  Father  say 55 

Soon  as  the  morning  rays  appear 17 

Sovereign  of  worlds,  display  thy  pow'r 514 

Sovereign  Ruler,  Lord  of  all 394 

Sovereign  Ruler  of  the  skies 338 

Spirit  of  peac  e.  c  elestial  Dove 218 

Stand  up  and  bless  the  Lord 359 

Stand  up.  my  soul,  shake  off  thy  fears 414 

Stand  up,  O  ye  heralds,  your  mission  proclaim 531 

Stoop  down,  rny  thoughts,  that  used  to  rise 570 

Strait  is  the  way.  the  door  is  strait 350 

Stretch'don  the  bed  of  grief 144 

Stretch'don  the  cross,  the  Saviour  dies 274 

Sure  the  blest  Comforter  is  nigh 314 

Sure  there's  a  righteous  God 128 

Sweet  is  the  inetn'ry  of  thy  srace 239 

Sweet  is  the  scene  where  Christians  die 57? 

Sweet  is  the  work,  my  God.  my  King ' 152 

Sweet  is  the  work,  O  Lord. ...'. 153 

Sweet  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing 504 

Sweet  was  tbe  time  when  first  I  felt 425 

Swell  the  anthem,  raise  the  song 543 

Teach  me  the  measure  of  mv  days 75 

Th'  Almighty  reigns,  exalted  hiah 160 

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614  TABLE  OF  FIRST  LINES. 

That  awful  day  will  surely  come. 589 

That  man  is  blest  who  stands  in  awe 181 

That  warning  voice,  O  sinner,  hear 376 

The  billows  swell,  the  winds  are  high 547 

The  deep  defilement  of  the  heart 326 

The  earth  for  ever  is  the  Lord's 48 

Thee  we  adcre,  eternal  Name 550 

Thee  will  I  love,  O  Lord,  my  strength 34 

The  God  of  glory  sends  his  summons  forth 96 

The  God  of  love  will  sure  indulge 567 

The  God  of  nature  and  of  grace 253 

The  heav'ns  declare  thy  glory,  Lord 38 

The  hour  of  my  departure's  come 57^ 

The  house  of  God  1  love 488 

The  King  of  saints,  how  fair  his  face 86 

The  lands  that  long  in  darkness  lay 267 

The  law  by  Moses  came 322 

The  Lord  appears  my  helper  now 188 

The  Lord  Jehovah  reigns,  And  royal 154 

The  Lord  Jehovah  reigns,  Let  all 162 

The  Lord  Jehovah  reigns,  His  throne 259 

The  Lord  my  pasture  shall  prepare 47 

The  Lord  my  Shepherd  is 40 

The  Lord  of  glory  is  my  light 54 

The  Lord  of  glory  reigns,  he  reigns 155 

The  Lord  is  come,  the  heavens  proclaim 160 

The  Lord  is  gracious  to  forgive 237 

The  Lord  is  in  his  holy  place 25 

The  Lord  is  my  Shepherd,  no  want  shall  I  know 47 

The  Lord  is  ris'n  indeed 280 

The  Lord  descending  from  above 320 

The  Lord,  how  wondrous  are  his  ways 168 

The  Lord  on  high  proclaims 332 

The  Lord,  the  Judge,  before  his  throne 93 

The  Lord,  the  Judge,  his  churches  warns 95 

The  Lord,  the  Saviour  ;  yes,  'tis  he 499 

The  Lord,  the  sovereign  King 170 

The  Lord  unto  thy  prayer  attend 42 

The  man  is  ever  blest 10 

The  mind  was  form'd  to  mount  sublime 421 

The  praise  of  Zion  waits  for  thee 113 

The  promise  is  fulfill'd 281 

The  promise  of  my  Father's  love 503 

There  is  a  fountain  fill'd  with  blood 501 

There  is  a  glorious  world  of  light 486 

There  is  a  house  not  made  with  hands 581 

There  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest 596 

There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight 590 

There  is  a  river  pure  and  bright 88 

The  righteous  Lord,  supremely  great 259 

The  rosy  light  is  dawning 458 

The  Saviour  bids  us  watch  and  pray 414 

The  Saviour  calls,  let  every  ear 386 

The  Saviour  O  what  endless  charms 513 

The  spacious  earth  is  all  the  Lord's 49 

The  spacious  firmament  on  high 39 

The  tempter  to  my  soul  hath  said 14 

The  wonders,  Lord,  thy  love  hath  wrought 78 

These  glorious  minds,  how  bright  they  shine 597 

They  came  to  the  forbidden  tree 322 

They  have  gone  to  the  land  where  the  patriarchs  rest 520 

They  that  toil  upon  the  deep 177 

Thine  earthly  Sabbath.  Lord,  wo  love 466 

Think,  mighty  God,  op  feeble  man 147 


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This  God  is  the  God  we  adore 465 

This  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made 189 

Tliis  is  the  wurlo!  truth  and  love 318 

This  place  is  holy  ground 578 

Thou  art  gone  to 'the  grave 584 

Thou  art  my  portion,  O  my  God 192 

Though  the  watch  their  guard  are  keeping 211 

Though  wicked  men  grow  rich  or  great 71' 

Thou  God  of  love,  thou  ever  blest 201 

Thou  lovely  source  of  true  delight 436 

Thou  only  Sovereign  of  tny  heart 296 

Thrice  happy  he  who  shuns  the  way 10 

Thrice  happy  man,  who  fears  the  Lord 151 

Through  all  the  changing  scenes  jf  life 68 

Through  endless  years  thou  ar'  ihe  same 16*5 

Through  every  age,  eternal  God 147 

Thus  far  the  Lord  hath  l^d  me  on 449 

Thus  God.  the  eternal  Father,  spake 179 

Thus  I  resolve!  before  the  Lord 74 

Thussaith  the  Lord,  the  spacious  fields 94 

Thus  saith  the  Lord,  your  work  is  vain 78 

Thus  saith  the  mercy'of  the  Lord 495 

Thy  gracious  presence.  O  my  God 553 

Thy  glory,  Lord.  the  heav'ns  declare * 40 

Thy  law  is  perfect,  Lord  of  light 40 

Thy  life  I  read,  my  gracious  Lord 493 

Thy  mercies  fill  the  earth.  (   Lord 196 

Thy  name,  Almighty  Lord 1S7 

Thy  people,  Lord,  who  trust  thy  word 515 

Thy  presence,  gracious  Lord,  afford 464 

Thy  way,  O  God.  is  in  the  sea 333 

Thy  works  of  glory,  mighty  Lord 176 

Time  is  winging  us  away 550 

•Tis  a  point  I  long  to  know 408 

'Tis  by  the  faith  of  joys  to  come 365 

-'Tis  by  thy  strength  the  mountains  stand 115 

'Tis  finish'd  !  so  the  Saviour  cried 275 

'Tis  midnight,  and  on  Olive's  brow 272 

To  bless  the  Lord  our  God  in  strains  divine 36 

To  bless  thy  chosen  race 117 

To  God  address  the  joyful  psalm 162 

To  God  I  cried  with  mournful  voice 130 

To  God,  in  whom  I  trust 53 

To  God  I'll  make  my  sorrows  known 234 

To  God.  the  great,  the  ever  blest 175 

To  God,  the  only  wise 358 

To  heav'n  I  lift  my  waking  eyes 203 

To  Jesus,  the  crown  of  my  hope 593 

To-morrow.  Lord,  is  thine 381 

To  our  Almighty  Maker.  God 161 

To  praise  the  ever  bounteous  Lord 549 

To  thee,  before  the  dawning  light 192 

To  thee,  most  high  and  holy  God 129 

To  thee,  my  God  and  Saviour 302 

To  thee,  my  King  my  God  of  grace 57 

To  thee,  O  Lord,  I  raise  tny  cries 57 

To  thee,  when  call'd  awhile  to  part 456 

To  thy  pastures,  fair  and  large 48 

To  whom,  my  Saviour,  shall  I  go 432 

'Twas  by  an  order  from  the  Lord 249 

'Twas  from  thy  hand,  my  God,  I  came 230 

'Twas  in  the  watches  of  the  night 110 

'Twas  on  that  dark  and  dolefuf  night 498 


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Unshaken  as  the  sacred  hills 207 

Unveil  thy  bosom,  faithful  tomb 583 

Up  from  my  youth  may  Israel  say % 212 

Upheld  by  God's  almighty  arm 44$ 

Up  to  the  Lord,  who  reigns  on  high 255 

Up  to  the  hills  I  lift  mine  eyes 205 

Upward  I  lift  mine  eyes 203 

Vain  are  the  hopes  the  sons  of  men 343 

Wait,  my  soul,  upon  the  Lord 351 

Wait,  Omy  soul,  thy  Maker's  will 339 

Watchman,  tell  us  of  the  night 534 

Watchmen,  onward  to  your  stations 533 

Weary  of  wand'ring  from  my  God 428 

We  bless  the  Prophet  of  the  Lord 291 

We  covenant  with  heart  and  hand 493 

Weep  not  for  the  saint  that  ascends 535 

We  hear  the.  joyful  sound 465 

Welcome,  sweet  day  of  rest , 46Q 

We  lift  our  hearts  to  thee 413 

We  love  the  Lord,  and  we  adore 35 

We  sing  the  glories  of  thy  power 521 

What  equal  honors  shall  we  bring 304. 

What  is  life  7  'tis  but  a  vapor 593 

What  scenes  of  horror  and  of  dread 572 

What  shall  I  render  to  my  God 186 

What  shall  the  dying  sinner  do 390 

When  Abra'm,  full  of  sacred  awe 545 

When  all  thy  mercies,  O  my  God 357 

When  blooming  youth  is  snatch'd  away 582 

Whence  do  our  mournful  thoughts  arise 352 

When  Christ  to  judgment  shall  descend 94 

When  gath'ring  clouds  around  I  vie w 286 

When  gloomy  doubts  and  fears  arise 554 

When  God  from  sin's  captivity 209 

When  God  in  wrath  shall  come 107 

When  God  is  nigh  my  faith  is  strong 31 

When  God  restor'd  our  captive  state 209 

When  God  reveal'd  his  gracious  name 210 

When  I  can  read  my  title  clear 568 

When  I  can  trust  my  all  with  God 563 

When  Israel,  freed  from  Pharaoh's  hand 183 

When  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross 502 

When  I  with  pleasing  wonder  stand 232 

When  Jesus  dwelt  in  mortal  clay 540 

When  man  grows  bold  in  sin 71 

When  musing  sorrow  weeps  the  past 557 

When  my  cries  ascend  to  thee 56 

When  o'er  the  mighty  deep  we  rode 547 

When  on  Sinai's  top  I  see 403 

When  overwhelm' d  with  grief. 109 

When  shall  the  gospel  tidings  spread 530 

When  shall  the  voice  of  singing... 524 

When  sins  and  fears  prevailing  rise 342 

When  the  great  Judge,  supreme  and  just 22 

When  the  rebellious  passions  rise 293 

When  the  sev'nth  angel  sounds  on  high 525 

When  the  vale  of  death  appears 575 

Where  shall  the  man  be  found 52 

Where  shall  we  go  to  seek  and  find 216 

Where  two  or  three  with  sweet  accord 452 

While  beauty  clothes  the  fertile  vale 549 


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While  fiUM  wilh  Badoess  an.]  dismay 3G9 

While  life  prolongs  its  precious  Ught 1-43 

While  I  keep  silence  and  cone  ai 63 

While  thee  1  seek,  protecting  Pow'r 560 

Who  are  these  that  i  ome  from  far 5-24 

Who  shall  ascend  thy  holy  place 29 

Who  shall  inhabit  in  thy  hill 29 

Who  shall  the  Lord's  elect  condemn 342 

Who  will  ari.-e  and  plead  my  right 155 

Why  did  the  Gentiles  rage 12 

Why  did  the  nations  join  to  slay 11 

Why  do  the  wealthy  wicked  boast 72 

Why  doth  the  Lord'stand  off  so  far 23 

Why  doth  the  man  of  riches  grow 92 

Why  do  we  mourn  departing  friends 5S3 

Why  is  my  heart  so  far  from  thee 416 

Why  lament  the  Christian  dying 576 

Why  on  the  bending  willows  hung 226 

Why  should  a  living  man  complain 556 

Why  should  the  children  of  a  King 313 

Why  should  the  Christian  fear  to  die 573 

Why  should  the  wicked  make  their  boast 102 

Why  sinks  my  soul  desponding 392 

Why  that  look  of  sadness 563 

Wide,  ye  heav'nly  gates,  unfold 50 

Will  God  for  ever  cast  us  off 128 

With  all  my  pow'rs  of  heart  and  tongue 228 

With  earne'st  longings  of  the  mind 79 

With  cheerful  voices  rise  and  sing 546 

With  heav'nly  pow'r,  O  Lord,  defend 46S 

Within  these' walls  be  peace 4S5 

Within  this  house,  O  Lord  our  God 474 

With  joy  we  hail  the  sacred  day 204 

With  joy  we  meditate  the  grace 286 

With  my  whole  heart  I'll  raise  my  song 22 

With  my  whole  heart  I've  sought  thy  face 198 

With  rev'rence  let  the  saints  appear 145 

With  songs  and  honors  sounding  loud 242 

With  tears  of  anguish  I  lament  .7 418 

Would  ye  behold  the  works  of  God 175 

Would  you  win  a  soul  to  God 372 

Wretc  bed,  helpless,  and  distress'd 426 

Ye  dying  sons  of  men 387 

Ye  hearts  with  youthful  vigor  warm 484 

Ye  holy  s  juLs,  in  God  rejoice 65 

Ye  humble  souls,  approach  your  God 255 

Ye  men  and  angels,  witness  now .* 491 

Ye  messengers  of  Christ 530 

Ye  nations  round  the  earth,  rejoice 163 

Ye  saints,  your  music  bring 513 

Ye  servants  of  God 529 

Ye  servants  of  the  Almightv  King 183 

Ye  servants  of  the  Lord...'. 370 

Yes,  I  am  thy  servant,  most  bountiful  God 482 

Yes,  I  will  be  for  ever  thine 402 

Yes,  I  will  bless  thee,  O  my  God 360 

Ye  sons  of  Adam,  vain  and  young 377 

Ye  sons  of  men.  a  feeble  race 151 

Ye  sons  of  men,  with  joy  record 355 

Ye  sons  of  pride,  that  hate  the  just 93 

Yes,  the  Redeemer  rose 282 

Yes,  tb=  Redeemer's  gone 284 

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Ye  that  delight  to  serve  the  Lord 182 

Ye  that  in  his  courts  are  found 385 

Ye  that  obey  the  immortal  King 220 

Ye  trembling  souls,  dismiss  your  fears 348 

Ye  tribes  of  Adam,  join 242 

"V  e  wretched,  hungry,  starving  poor 387 

Zion,  dreary  and  in  anguish 367 


INDEX   OF  SUBJECTS 


THE   FIGURES   REFER  TO   THE   PSALM   OR   HYJU- 

Adam  and  Christ,  p.  8— h.  130,  131. 

Adoption,  p.  63—  h.  173,  177. 

Affliction,  p.  41,  55,  102, 119,  143,  145— h.  559-589. 

Alarming,  h.  226,  238. 

Appeals  to  the  unconverted,  h.  225,  254. 

Ashamed  not,  h.  346,  347. 

Assurance,  h.  167,  133,  188. 

Atheism,  p.  12,  14,  36. 

Atonement.    See  Christ  and  Lord's  Supper. 

Awakened,  h.  256,  265. 

Backsliding,  p.  25,  51,  78,  130— h.  316,  327. 
Baptism,  h.  449,  455. 
Benevolent  Societies,  h.  528,  538. 

Call  of  the  gospel,  h.  126,  249. 

Charity,  p.  37,  41,  112—  h.  530,  538. 

Children,  p.  8,  34,  78,  119,  128—  h.  230,  231,  421,  423. 

Christ,  h.  26,  102.     See  Lord's  Supper. 

Ascension,  p.  24,  47,  68,  110— h.  54,  62,  64. 

Beauty  and  glory,  p.  45,  97— h.  93, 

Condescension,  p.  8,  16— h.  66. 

Death  and  sacrifice,  p.  40— A.  44,  51. 

Divinity,  p.  47,  99— A.  35,  39,  97,  102. 

Exaltation,  p.  8,  21,  22,  110— h.  93,  94. 

Example,  p.  109— A.  76,  79. 

Fulness,  p.  16— h.  85. 

Intercession,  p.  20— h.  63.  65. 

Judge,  p.  97— A.  73. 

Mediation,  h.  52,  53. 

Nativity,  p.  40,  96,  97—  h.  26,  34. 

Offices,  h.  66,  75,  143,  148. 

Redemption  bv,  h.  54,  55. 

Refuge,  h.  81,  84,  334. 

Righteousness,  h.  40,  42,  147,  148.  m 

Resurrection,  p.  16—  h.  56,  62. 

Salvation  by,  p.  85— h.  44,  51,  66,  75,  143,  148. 

Sufferings,  p.  22,  69—  h.  43,  51. 
Christian  character,  p.  14,  15,  41— h.  218,  346,  352. 
Christian  graces,  h.  201,  209. 
Church,  p.  27,  44,  45,  54,  70,  74, 79,  80,  &7,  132-A.  222. 

Birthplace  of  saints,  p.  87. 

Glory  of,  p.  87,  92— h.  412. 

God's  presence  and  delight,  p.  34,  87.  92,  132,  137. 

Restored,  p.  85,  102,  107,  126. 

Safety,  p.  27,  48,  102— h.  410. 

Uniting  with.  h.  AAb,  448. 
Communion,  p.  119— h.  335,  342,  456,  463. 
Confession,  p.  32— A.  262,  267,  320. 
Consecration,  h.  276,  279,  311. 


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Conversion,  p.  126— h.  250,  287. 

Conviction,  A.  135,  138,  250,  287. 

Covenant,  p.  105- A.  320,  424,  448,  452,  453,  470. 

Creation,  p.  33,  100,  102,  148-A.  192. 

Cross,  A.  275,  324,  457,  459,  469,  472,  474,  481. 

Darkness,  spiritual,  p.  130— A.  293,  295. 
Death,  p.  31,  49,  88,  89,  90,  118— A.  534,  590.  610 
Declension,  p.  44,  130— A.  316,  325. 
Decrees,  A.  159,  104. 
Dedication,  self,  A.  276,  279,  311,  438,  439 
House  of  worship,  p.  132— A.  410,  415. 
Depravity,  p.  14,  51— A.  129,  134. 
Doctrinal,  A.  129,  189. 
Doxology,  A.  644. 

Election,  A.  105,  166. 

Enemies,  p.  53.  08,  70,  70,  79,  109,  123,  140. 
Eternity,  A.  235,  590. 
Evening,  p.  4— A.  363,  368,  442. 
Evening  and  morning,  A.  360,  363. 
Examination,  self,  A.  2SS,  292. 
Example,  p.  109— A.  76,  79,  202. 
Experimental,  A.  288,  352. 

Faith,  p.  34,  51,  77— h.  167,  172,  209,  568,  570. 
Fall  of  man,  A.  129,  131,  216,  217. 
Family,  p.  128,  133—  A.  354,  368. 
Fast,  p.  10- A.  542,  544. 
Forgiveness,  p.  32,  103— h.  273,  319. 
Funeral,  p.  89— A.  614,  619.     See  Death. 

God,  A.  6,  7. 

Attributes,  general,  p.  30,  93,  102,  104,  106,  111,  113,  139— A.  8,  2f>. 

Care  of  saints,  p.  7,  9,  23,  34,  56. 

Condescension,  p.  8,  113,  144— h.  12. 

Creator  and  creation,  p.  35,  136,  139— A.  10,  11. 

Defence,  p.  3,  91. 

Faithfulness,  p.  89. 

Goodness,  p.  103,  100,  144,  145— A.  13,  15. 

Portion,^.  16,73,  119. 

Refuge,  p.  46,  61,  62,  91,  94,  121. 

Ruler,  p.  82,  113. 
Gospel,  p.  89,  98,  110—//.  122.  128.     See  Scriptures. 
Grace,  p.  110,  119,  130,  138,  147— A.  150—153,  193,  195,  201,  209,  283. 

Heaven,  p.  46,  90,  107—  A.  588,  630,  643. 
Holy  Spirit,  p.  68.  119— A.  103,  116,  241,  242. 
Hope,  p.  13,  16,  27,  42— A.  330,  567. 
Hosanna,  p.  8— «.  437,  443. 
Hypocrite,  p.  50— A.  288. 

Immortality,  A.  189. 
Inconstancy,  A.  304,  305. 
Indwelling  sin,  A.  307,  313. 
Ingratitude,  p.  144— A.  306. 
Invasion,  p.  124. 
Invitation,  A.  244,  255. 
Israel,  p.  106,  107,  1 14,  137. 

Judgment,  last,/;.  50,  97- A.  C23,  62a 
Justification,  A.  169. 

Kingdom  of  Christ,  p.  98,  99,  110,  132. 


INDEX  OF  SUBJECTS. 


Lord's  day,  p.  5,  63,  92,  118 — A.  381,  388. 
Lord'8  supper,  h.  456,  489.  See  Christ. 
Love,  p.  109-  h.  203,  204. 

Brotherly,  p.  133—  h.  205,  208. 

To  the  church,  p.  137— h.  219.    See  Christ  and  Lord's  Supper. 


Magistrates,  p.  21,  58.  • 

Mariner,  p.  107— A.  547,  550. 

Marriage,  h.  545,  546. 

Mercy,  p.  25,  103,  105,  106,  145—  h.  312—375. 

Minister,  h.  401,  409. 

Commissioned,  h.  401,  402. 

Charge  to,  h.  403. 

Death  of,  h.  409. 

Praying  for,  h.  404,  405,  408. 

Want  of,  h.  407. 
Miracles,  p.  114. 
Missionaries,  h.  517,  527. 

Monthly  concert,  p.  2,  67,  72,  98,  99,  102,  110,  117,  132,  137— A.  490,  516. 
Morning,  p.  3,  141—/?.  356—359. 

Or  evening,  h.  360—363. 

Prayer  meeting,  h.  374. 
Moses,  h.  690. 

Narrow  way,  h.  181,  182. 

National  blessings,  p.  21,  33— h.  541,  544. 

New  year,  h.  55a— 558. 

Offices  of  Christ,  h.  71—75. 
Old  age.     See  Times  and  Seasons. 
Ordinances,  h.  444—489. 
Orphan,  p.  27. 

Praise,  general,  .p.  29,  66,  100,  107, 116,  135, 136, 145,  143,  149,  150— h.  21. 
190  200 

For  particular  objects,  p.  30,  33,  34.  36,  45,  57,  65,  66,  68,  88,  98,  102, 
104, 116, 118, 146, 147— A.  7, 11,  39.  83,  91, 102,120, 121,  191—196, 437. 
Prayer,  p.  27,  34,  65. 

For  children,  h.  416,  426,  433. 

Deliverance,  p.  35,  64,  74,  102. 

Enemies,  p.  70,  123,  140. 

Grace,  p.  119,  147- h.  274,  297,  298,  323 

Holy  Spirit,  h.  103,  109. 

Mercy  and  pardon,  h.  261,  265,  328,  329,  371. 

Persecutors,  p.  35,  64,  74,  102. 

Repentance,  h.  321. 

Secret,  h.  354. 
Prayer  meeting,  h.  369,  378. 

Morning,  h.  374. 
Presence  of  Christ,  h.  338,  372,  ?73. 
Private,  h.  353,  371. 
Prodigal  son,  h.  270. 
Promises, ;?.  119— h.  183,  186,  471. 
Prosperity,  p.  55,  73. 

Providence  and  creation,  p.  83,  136 — h.  192 — 194. 
Public  worship,  h.  390—415. 

Thanks,  p.  116— h.  539. 

Praise,  p.  118. 
Penitence,  p.  38,  51-A.  220,  232,  266,  271,  272,  321,  324,  325,  331-333. 
Pentecostal,  h.  222. 
Persecutors,  p.  14,  59,  74,  83,  129. 
Perseverance,  saints',  h.  178—180. 
'leading  for  help,  p.  13— h.  323. 

For  pardon,  p,  51— h.  265,  267,  328,  329,  337. 


622  INDEX  OF  SUBJECTS. 

Pardon,  p.  25,  32,  130-A.  328,  329. 
Parents  and  children,  A.  416—443. 
Peace,  A.  273,  336. 
Publican,  A.  289. 

Quickening  grace,  p.  119. 

Redeeming  love,  A.  92,  462,  473,  482. 

Redemption,  p.  136— A.  54,  55,  143—147. 

Refuge,  p.  27,  46— A.  80—84,  311. 

Regeneration,  A.  139—142. 

Rejoicing,  p.  18— A.  224.  285—287. 

Repentance,  p.  38,  51— h.  220,  232,  260,  271,  272,  321,  324,  325,  331, 33S 

Resignation,  A.  573 — 577,  587. 

Resurrection,  p.  16,  49,  56,  62— A.  620,  622. 

Revival,  A.  210,  221. 

Revolution,  American,  p.  75. 

Sabbath,  p.  5,  63,  84,  92,  118,  122-/?.  391—368. 

Morning,  p.  5— A.  382,  3S6. 

Evening,  A.  398,  399. 

Eternal,  h.  400. 

School,  A.  435,436. 
Sacraments.     See  Baptism  and  Lord's  Supper. 
Saint,  p.  17,  24,  37,  52,  71,  119,  125. 
Saints'  perseverance,  A.  178—180. 
Salvation,  p.  85—  A.  143—153. 
Saturday  evening,  h.  380. 
Scripture,  p.  19,  119— A.  1—5.    See  Gospel. 
Seasons,  p.  65,  147—/*.  212,  551,  553. 
Seasons  and  times,  A.  539—558. 
Self-examination,  A.  288,  292. 
Sermon,  before,  A.  107,  394,  395. 

After,  A.  396,  397. 
Sickness,  p.  30,  88,  116— A.  565,  567,  572,  581—584. 
Sin,  p.  51,  90,  107,  119— A.  132,  295,  296,  301—309. 
Social,  A.  372—379. 

Sovereignty,  p.  93,  97,  98,  113—/*.  8,  155—161. 
Spirit,  Holy,  p.  68,  119- A.  103—116,  241,  242. 
Spiritual  darkness,  p.  130— A.  293—295. 

Declension,  A.  316—325. 

Comforts,  A.  338,  345. 
Star  of  Bethlehem,  A.  33,  282. 
Strait  gate,  A.  182. 
Submission,  p.  39,  51,  123,  131— A.  161,  162,  239,  266,  266,  270,272,  571 

Temperance,  A.  533—535. 

Temptation,  p.  13,  18,  28,  55— A.  66. 

Thanksgiving,  p.  116,  136— A.  539—541.     See  Praise. 

Three  mounts,  A.  281. 

Times  and  seasons,  A.  539 — 558. 

Tracts,  h.  531,  532. 

Trinity,  A.  117 — 121 ;  also,  Doxologies. 

Unconverted,  appeals  to,  A.  225—254. 
Unity,  p.  133— A.  206,  207,  223. 
Uniting  with  church,  A.  445—448,  485. 

Victory,  p.  18,  144— A.  592,  598. 
Vision  of  dry  bones,  A.  217. 

War,  p.  20,  60. 

Warfare,  spiritual,  p.  119,  144— A.  301,  302,  348. 

Warning,  p.  81,  95— A.  225,  254. 


INDEX  OF  SUBJECTS. 

Watchfulness,  p.  141— A.  240.  200,  300. 

Wicked,  way.  and  end  of,  p.  1.37,52,59. 

Winning  souls  to  Christ,  n  221. 

Worship,  p-  26,  42,  65,  B4,  89,  92,  93,  99,  115, 122— A.  353—415. 

Private,  A.  353— 36a 

Social,  A.  369,  379. 

Pullic,  h.  380-415,  440,  441. 

Year,;)   147— A.  5"5— 558. 

Youth,  p.  8,  78,  119— A.  230,  231.    See  Parents. 

Hon,  p.  102— A.  211,  284. 


GENERAL 
ARRANGEMENT  OF  SUBJECTS. 


The  Psalms  presented  in  their  usual  order,  extend  from  the  10th 
to  the  248th  page.    The  Hymns  are  arranged  as  follows : — 

The  Holy  Scriptures,  from  page 249  to  251 

God  and  his  attributes 251  "  263 

Christ— his  incarnation— his  Deity  and  humanity— the  true 
light — his  crucifixion— his  mediation — his  redemption — 
his  resurrection  and  ascension — his  intercession— his 
sympathy — his  healing  power — his  offices— his  example — 

our  refuge — he  is  precious — adored— his  exaltation 263  "  309 

The  Holy  Spirit 309  "  315 

The  Trinity 315  "  317 

The  Gospel 317  "  322 

Doctrinal — fall  of  man — man's  depravity — regeneration — 
redemption — salvation  by  grace — divine  sovereignty — de- 
crees— election — faith — adoption — perseverance — prom- 
ises— assurance 322  "  354 

General  praise 354  "361 

Graces 361  "  366 

Revival 366  "374 

Appeals  to  the  unconverted 374  "  390 

Conviction  and  conversion 390  "  407 

Experimental— self-examination — in  darkness — the  warfare 
— inconstancy — indwelling  sin — spiritual  declension — 
godly    sorrow — peace  returning-— spiritual  comforts — 

Christian  decision 407  "443 

Worship— private — social— Lord's  day-  -ministers,  ordinan- 
ces, &c. — dedications 443  "  475 

Parents  and  children 475  "  491 

Ordinances — admission  to  the  church — baptism— the  Lord's 

supper 491  "  51 4 

Monthly  concert 514  "528 

Missionaries 528  "  536 

Menevolent  societies 536  "  542 

Times  and  seasons — thanksgiving — fast — marriage — mari- 
ners— year 542  "  553 

Affliction 553  "570 

Death 570  "  585 

Resurrection 585  "  586 

Judgment 586  "590 

Heaven 590  "  599 

Doxologies 599  "  600 


THE   METRES, 


Aa  the  metres  contained  in  this  book  are  very  various,  a  classifica- 
tion of  those  which  are  of  infrequent  occurrence,  may  not  be  unac- 
ceptable to  our  readers. 

lst.-L.  M.  D.,  h.  78,  476. 

2d.— L.  P.  M.,  as,  St.  Helen's,  p.  19,  33,  53,  89,  96,  112,  113,  146. 
3d.— L.  M.,  6  lines,  as,  Wesley  Chapel,  p.  23,  124,  139— ft.  67,  329. 
4tb.— L.  C.  M.,  as,  Warning,  p.  37,  148— ft.  95,   142,  229,  235,  267,  313, 

495,  573. 
5th.— C.  M.  D.,  ft.  144,  223,  443,  499,  550,  551,  633. 
6th.— C.  P.  M.,  as,  Lanesborough,  h.  190,  639. 
7th.— C.  L.  M.,  as.  Adieu,  p.  116— h.  59,  240,  265,  379,  568,  578. 
8th.— S.  P.  M.,  as,'  Walston,  p.  54,  59.  64,  93,  122,  133. 
9th.— S.  L.  M.,  as,  Departure,  h.  607. 
10th.— H.  M ,  /;.  84,  121,  133.  136,  148.  150— h.  19,  60,  71,  75.  86,  90,  101, 

224,  249,  268.  338,  411,  440,  489.  505. 
11th. — 12's  and  ll's,  as,  Thou  art  gone.  &c.  h.  619. 
12th.— ll's,  as.  Goshen,  p.  2-3,  29— A.  183,  236,  631. 
13th.— ll's  and  10's,  as.  Hail  to  the  brightness,  h.  33,  312,  512,  514. 
14th. — ll's  and  8's,  as,  Palestine,;).  33,  48,  10O— A.  165.  428,  501.  521,  589 
15th.— 10' s  and  ll's,  as,  Old  50th,  p.  50,  93. 
16th.— 10's,  6  lines/as,  New  50th,  p.  18.  50,  115. 
17th.— 10's,  4  lines,  as,  Louville,  p.  137— ft.  384. 
18th.— 8's,  double,  as,  Birmingham,  p.  95— ft.  170.  29-1.  310,  317,  326,396, 

439,  441,  527.  582.  583. 
19th.— 8's,  single,  as.  Ludlow,  A.  634. 
20th.— S's  and  7's,  as,  Aberdeen,  p.  87.  91— A.  39,  137,  212.  275,  297.  371, 

605,  609. 
21st.— S's  and  7's,  6  lines,  as.  Calvary,  ft.  458,  635. 
22d.— 8's  and  7's,  simile,  as,  Dismission,  p.  127,  MS—/*.  26,  31.  50,  300, 

211,  320,  472,  482,565,  585,  602,  603.' 
23d. — S's,  7's,  and  6's,  as,  Watchmen  onward,  A.  524. 
24th.— 8's,  7's,  and  4's,  as,  Zion,  A.  49.  210,  246,  330,  352,  430.  497,  513, 

517,  523,  625.  644. 
25th.—  7's,  double,  p.  24.  27,  107— ft.  S4.  233,  279,  290,  515.  525. 
26th.— 7's,  6  lines,  as,  Nuremburgh,  p.  42,  43— A.  40,  79,  81,  245,  293, 

359,  367,  380,  459,  468,  477,  562,  600. 
27th.— 7's,  4  lines,  as,  German  Hymn,  p.  13,  26.  67r  70,  72,  102,  117,  123, 

131,  143, 150— A.  27.  62  85,  92,  111,  159,  177,  184,  206.  221,  225.  223, 

262, 271.  231,  285,  375,  378.  386,  339,  394,  417,  419,  429,  506,  540,  621. 
28th.— 7's,  6's,  and  S's,  as,  Dark  brood,  &c,  A.  624. 
29th.— 7's  and  6's,  as,  Amsterdam,  A.  226.  258,  323,  351.  480;  553. 
30th.— 7's  and  6's,  peculiar,  as,  Missionary  Hymn.  p.  27.  39. 46,  72,  77 — 

A.  68,  91,  121.  259,  383,  481,  500,  507,  522,  526,  533.  534.  584 
31st. — 6's  and  5\s.  as.  Why  that  look  of  sadness,  A.  579 
32d.— 6's  and  5's,  peculiar,  in,  dec,  h.  239 

53 


626  THE  METRES. 

33d.-6's  and  4's,  as,  New  Haven,  h.  SO,  96.  119 
34th.— 6'e  and  4's,  as,  F.-rowell,  &c.  h.  608. 
35th.— 5's  and  8\s,  asj  Salem,  /*.'  287,  538. 
36th.— 5's  and  7's,  as,  Forgvo  my  folly,  h.  332. 


311,1 


37th—  5's  and  6's,  as,  Devonshire,  h.  311, 518. 

The  double  stanzas  may  occasionally  be  divided  into  6ingle  on6f, 
and  the  single  ones  doubled,  without  much  injury  to  the  sense.  In 
the  present  state  of  the  musical  art.  this  if  sometimes  unavoidable. 


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